Celebrity sightings

If you live in New York, you see celebrities. It's just a fact of life. And you aren't supposed to approach them. It's a rule. I do gawk sometimes, though, depending on who it is. Thursday, I saw Dustin Hoffman in Union Square and didn't gawk. I just said, "Oh, hey. That's Dustin Hoffman." People around me immediately started taking out cell phones to nonchalantly take photos of him.

Today, though, I gawked as if my life depended on it. And I'm not even sure if I saw who I think I saw, because he was far away. If I was right, though, I saw Scott Ian on Houston. I stared and stared and tried desperately to get across the street so I could get up close and ... squeal? Probably. In my head I was all, "Oh my God that's Scott Ian! Oh my God that's Scott Ian!"

To recap: Award-winning actor. Feh. Guitarist for metal band that doesn't even make music anymore. Total fucking freakout.