Probably the last couple for a while (unless I run into Wes Anderson or Matthew McConaughey in Austin).
On the day we moved out of Manhattan, we had a couple of pretty awesome sightings. Early that morning, as we were walking from our apartment to the subway to pick up the moving truck, we walked past Alton Brown, host of Good Eats. He was holding a cup of coffee and was walking back into the entrance of the Hotel Gansevoort. I suppose he was staying there because Chelsea Market (which houses Food Network's offices) is so close by. He is really my favorite TV personality and I'm kind of slapping myself for not saying somthing to him, but he looked really determined in his walk--like he didn't want to be bothered.
THEN, as I'm driving the fully loaded truck around the narrow, cobble-stoned streets of the meatpacking district (on our way to the Holland Tunnell and eventually Texas), Charlie Rose pulls out right in front of us in a convertible Cooper Mini. He almost caused me to wreck by zooming out in front of me and then I almost wrecked again when I yelled, "Did Charlie Rose just cut me off??!!!"