Greg Grunberg and Amanda Foreman do the interview thing with KTLA.

"Hey, you're the guys that hate us!"

"We don't hate you. We just have..."

"...you have issues."

------------Scott Foley and Jennifer Garner -------------Tangi Miller ---------------------Amy Jo Johnson

The first 200 to arrive at the UCLA grand salon enjoyed an awseome free concert, featuring Morley, Joan Jones and Amy Jo Johnson. Those that were up on thier Felicity trivia won t-shirts and soundtrack CD's. One lucky soundtrack winner was yours truly (for knowing about Elena's study system).

J.J. Abrams, the man behind all the slo-mo madness.

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After the festivities, this CSFWS member snuck around to the back wall and began her venture to get the cast to sign a sweater. Jennifer Garner was the first to comply, though she seemed a bit confused as to why she was signing a sweater. Amanda Foreman was more than happy to pen her name on the ratty old garment.

"You know, you look familiar..." she stated, while furiously attempting to get the Sharpie marker to write on the fabric.

"Well, I was out on the press line."

"Oh yeah, you're the contemptuous sardonic girl. But you look kind of like Riley Weston. Did you see the episode with her?"

"Yes."

"This isn't working. Maybe I'll just draw a happy face. No, a mean face. Okay. A-man-da Fo-re-man. There."

Greg Grunberg saw me waving the sweater and approached me, laughing.

"Only you guys would think of something like this."

I spotted Keri Russel.

"KERI! Would you sign this sweater?"

She laughed, then some woman whisked her away. Another woman approached me.

"Keri has an interview in a few minutes. Keri needs to prepare for her interview. But Keri is very appreciative."

Before I immersed myself too deeply in the fact that the woman HAD to be some kind of brainwashed foot soldier, I caught Scott Foley's attention.

"Do you think you could sign this sweater?"

"No. (beat) Of course I will."

And he did. Then, just as I had decided that I had done enough (since Amy Jo Johnson kept disappearing and Tangi Miller was no where in sight), I turned to walk away. Then, another scary fott soldier publicist woman looked at me.

"Can I ask you to leave, now?"

The moral of the story is: Sweaters are really tough to write on.