The weirdest and best thing about all this is that almost nothing remotely inflammatory was said. Anyway, now I have to go to bed feeling terrible about myself because I really don't know anyone famous. I did shake Jimmy Fallon's hand one time and ate dinner next to Desmond Howard another. I guess when I die, I will feel successful for these two reasons.It's OK, he's really gone now...he said "BYE" and he wasn't bothering with us three times. Surely he wouldn't go for a fourth...unless he wants to tell us about all his Broadway friends, too.