I suppose my excitement has been tempered by a variety of factors. Complete and total lack of sleep, another week�s accumulation of stress and a variety of complex issues.
Maybe it�s just the lack of sleep. I�ll blame it on lack of sleep.
Anyway, last night I went and saw the Mink Lungs at Brownies. And while that would have been cool enough for the average joe, I spent the entire night standing next to Mr. David Cross.
FUCK YEAH THAT WIDE. The one and only David Cross.
I did not ask him about the delayed release of the Mr. Show DVD. I did not ask him about the endless hurdles preventing the release of �Run Ronnie Run�. I did not walk up to him and tell him that �My doggy smiles with his tail�.
I did not do any of those things because I was starstruck and there was some other nerd already making him uncomfortable.
My previous number one celebrity sighting was even nerdier, the food network�s Mario Batelli, but he�s now been eclipsed by one of the greatest comedic performers alive today.
Sorry Mario.
The Mink Lungs were fantastic, as always, and tonight I�ll go see the Moldy Peaches in Jersey.
