I sat in front of Chris Rock at The Color Purple revival, and I sat behind Quentin Tarantino at Hello Dolly. I was entering the Paramount Hotel as Leslie Odom was leaving at the height of Hamilton mania. I was so proud of myself for ignoring him. And one of my biggest Broadway crushes, Ephraim Sykes, has crossed my path countless times somehow--crossing 8th Avenue, in line at Duane Reade, walking down 45th Street, 46th Street, and on the subway are just a few.
I have a close friend who is celebrity obsessed and on night we ran into each other at the corner of 50th and 8th and as we were hugging, he whispered to me "Is that David Hyde Pierce?" and I turned around and sure enough it was.