I'm not very good with celebrities. It's not that I'm too intimidated to deal with them – in fact, it's more that I'm not intimidated enough. I treat celebrities like regular people ... but I'm not very good with regular people, either. So at some point last night, at the Jesus is Magic party at Rock Candy in Manhattan, Kat suggested we launch a new feature detailing the ways in which I screw up each and every encounter with famous people that I manage to get into. I can't think of a good title for this budding beast, so if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears. All pictures to follow are courtesy of Kat Parr; all incidents of general foolishness are courtesy of yours truly.
Is there a better place to start than a photo of me and Huey Lewis? This is immediately before I spilled his drink and he stopped short of having me physically removed from the building.