Bevan and I were sipping margaritas while perusing the menu outside at Arriba Arriba in Hell's Kitchen after The Boys in the Band tonight (it was très incred, by the way) when who strolled past our table but the sole male under forty that I have ever had a crush on in my entire life—BEN PLATT.
The only other human I would rather have seen in person on this whole big planet is Harry Potter himself if he'd emerged from fiction and into real life.
BEN PLATT, y'all!
While B thought it was somewhat neat, Sid gave me the response I needed.
New York, I love you.
Oh yeah, and also you, Ben Platt.
P.S. I feel incredibly uncool about how cool I feel right now.