Last night Matt and I had dinner at the Heartland Brewery in Union Square. When I turned my head to find the waiter so that he could bring us a dessert menu, I noticed Chris Parnell of “Saturday Night Live” sitting at a nearby table. He was wearing an unfashionable green-and-blue plaid button-down shirt and there was a woman with him. They were eating and talking. They seemed absorbed in conversation. He looked like just another regular guy eating dinner.

I don’t care what they say about New Yorkers being blasé about celebrities. I’ll always be a starfucker.