The guy sitting next to me in the last row of rear mezz, who intermittently sang along to his favorite lines of dialog and songs 1/2 step behind the performers, and also commented on almost every scene; ie: when Louise came out in the gold sequined dress, "Look at that dress......holy ****."
Mistaking the stage door entrance for the main entrance and seeing Stephen Sondheim walk in.
Most importantly, losing my Patti virginity. Holy crow, she is incredible
The morning star always gets wonderful bright the minute before it has to go --doesn't it?