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Hey jami, we saw Parker Posey this weekend, too. All Sunday morning we had been doing our best Libby Mae Brown impersonations (what? I'm really good at singing "Teachers' Pet" and immitating her 'making the cones' at the DQ from Guffman). Then we took the train to Union Square to shop for herbs at the farmers' market, and we bought some fennell right next to Parker, who had been burying her head in a potted plant of herbal melange. She didn't look so nervous at this time, just really quite high.