Oh man, boy do I have plenty, and they usually occur at or around a stage door. I always manage to humiliate myself. For instance, it's a ritual that I call my best friend when I meet someone and after Assassins, I went on and on about Denis O'Hare, and how charming/adorable/sweet he was, and just a few seconds later, he passed me on the street. In retrospect, I have learned it is best to make such a phone call after you have reached the privacy of your own home.
And, the time I met Raul Esparza after The Normal Heart, I couldn't develope enough words to make up a understandable sentence. Finally after saying to myself "Just say something!" I was able to form one sentence, which was "I like your shirt, it goes well with your eyes." (It was a really pretty green shirt, but boy did I feel like an idiot.) Why me...
"What a mystery this world. One day you love them and the next day you want to kill them a thousand times over." The Masked Bandit in THE FALL
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