Jeremy Sisto. Union Square area. Regal Cinema. Movie: Tropic Thunder. Underneath the Virgin Megastore hiding from the rain. In the bathroom.

Okay. So this was my stalkiest celebrity moment to date. Don’t judge me, assholes. I had just bought my ticket for Tropic Thunderwhen I turned around, looked at the escalator, and saw good ol Billy from Six Feet Under. Of course, I ran to the escalator to follow him, even though I was dripping wet from the rain and probably should have slipped. Well we went up the escalator…all the while I was admiring his nicely groomed beard while he was having a convo on his bluetooth. Sadly, I lost sight of him. So I went into the bathroom. Amazingly, he had to go pee too! He used the same urinal I did right after me. Crazy right?! It’s like we’re practically sleeping together. So I left the bathroom figuring that was it. But then he followed me into the same theater! OMG Elton and I are seeing the same movie. I felt totally like Brittany “Tai” Murphy. Of course, my mind (naturally) started playing this song over and over again:
Unfortunately, we didn’t get to sit next to each other because the theater was packed. After the movie, I tried to get out quickly so I could see him one last time. He had already left. However, as I passed the Virgin Megastore as I left, I saw a green backpack. There cowering from the rain, checking his iPhone, looking like a sopping wet dog, was Jeremy with a green backpack. In that fleeting moment as I ran passed (because it was raining pretty hard) I thought about telling him that I found his Cranberries CD he left in the quad…but then I just figured that was inappropriate. I’m sure somebody already snagged it. That would just bring back bad memories.
It was that night, in the pouring rain, outside the Subway entrance, that I fell in love with Wrong Turn again.













