Hee. I waffle between the best celebrity hugtiems ever: Fillion hugs (which I imagine are warm and solid and all-encompassing, because I apparently lust after the man a lot in my lizard brain?) and Christina Hendricks hugs are usually toe-to-toe on that particular astral mat. I think maybe if I just laid my head on her ample bosom, I would find the secret to world peace.

I also think I need more Starbucks.

BUT.

The point is!

EEE, Sara Watkins! Peanut-sized musical genius! Her bow is as tall as she is! HEARTS TO INFINITY. And just -- oh, man. As much as I adore her solo album, I love, love, love seeing her live, because her voice has this richer, rougher quality. (I was in tears when I saw her a few months ago and she covered John Prine's "Mexican Home." <3333) I demand show deets, ladyface!


[ aaaand, ninja!edited for punctuation fail! ]