At the opening night of THE PRODUCERS, there was this little old lady in a turquoise raincoat haunting everyone on 44th Street for an extra ticket.
Somehow, she got into the lobby of the St. James, and as we were walking down the red carpet into the theater she reached out and tugged my sleeve.
"Oh please, please, please, do you have an extra ticket? Or would you give me yours?"
My reply was succinct. And loud.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F*CK*NG MIND!?!"
Jordan, you can quote me.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)