I really am incapable of over looking anything relating to Luke Wilson... but when I find something that actually lets you see his private side I get giddy. And when that private side includes mention of pot... well, I pee a little bit.

Thank you Alison Berkley. I officially read your column now.

In Aspen I've had run-ins with some biggies and believe-you-me I don't hesitate to call my 50 best friends to tell them Luke Wilson put his arm around me at Cooper Street. I actually thought I might accomplish that number one item on my T.D.B.I.D list (To Do Before I Die/she wants to sleep with a celebrity) when he picked me out of the crowd and escorted me aside.

"Your eyes are so b ..." he started to say, gazing at me lovingly.

I'm sitting there thinking he's going to say "blue" or "beautiful." I'm thinking, holy crow, I'm going home with Luke Wilson tonight!

And then he goes, "Your eyes are so bloodshot. I was hoping maybe you had some weed."