Daily Grumble

As Aaron and I were walking in Hell's Kitchen yesterday on our way to see Yaz, we ran into Cheyenne Jackson leaving his apartment, presumably on his way to Damn Yankees, where he's moonlighting from Xanadu this month. (It was 7:30. What time do performers have to be there for an 8PM curtain? Seems to be cutting it close, even for Off Broadway.) Anyway, the block was deserted except for the three of us, and even though Jackson smiled and nodded as he passed, I played it cool, you know, Manhattan style, and didn't say, "OMG! Cheyenne! Can we have a photo!!" Dammit. I've taken plenty of photos of him at press events, but none with ME in them. Dammit.