my coworker t. had to leave work a bit early, so i walked outside with him to warm up and get some fresh air and chat. as we strolled out into the atrium, a gangly and obviously british man darted in front of us, racing out the front door.

"OH MY GOD!" i whispered. loudly. "IT'S RI/CHARD QU/EST! OMFG!"

if you don't know who RQ is, he's one of the business anchors for cnn international, and he's totally and completely adorable and hilarious. he is, without a doubt, the most british person ever. and i kind of love him.

"hey, come on, i'll introduce you," t. said, starting to drag me over.

"HELL TO THE NO," i whispered again. loudly. because if you know me, you know i kind of worship famous-ish people, but am absolutely terrified of meeting them. i turn into Retardo Catherine - even more so than usual. all guffaws and flailing hands and incoherent sentences.

t. kept dragging, and i kept wiggling away, and i kicked and spat and eventually ran - gracefully i assure you - out the far door - but not before RQ turned around to see what the hell was going on. it was terrible.

and it reminded me very much of the ted leo encounter i had with kriston. short recap: kriston and i were drinking margaritas, ted leo was sitting next to us, i had an epileptic fit, and kriston eventually forced me to introduce myself and get a picture. which, admittedly, was fantastic, but it was one hell of a painful process.

which also reminds me of the fact that my coworker t. is KRISTON'S EVIL TWIN. you know there was that picture where everybody decided that yglesias, tommy and kriston were triplets? pyromaniac triplets? well, i present the suggestion that t. be added to their ranks, because, what the hell: