is incredibly short. I forgot to tell most people this story, so here it is on the blog. When we were in New York, we were on our way back from a show, and as we're passing like Duane Reed or something, this guy and this girl come flying out of the door and they bump into Apryl. And I notice that the girl is gorgeous, like perfect hair, teeth, face, beautiful. Preternaturally beautiful. So, I look at this pipsqueak she's with, to see what he's like, and I notice he is wearing a ridiculous wife beater with some logo on the back, and a sweatshirt tied around his waist and I think, what a loser. Then I see his face and think "man, he looks like such a pretty boy."
Then, Apryl nudges me, and tilts her head at him and whispers something about Mario Lopez. So, I look again and it's freaking Mario Lopez. And he is, honestly, like 5 foot 6. I could crush him like a bug. I've never felt like I'm that big a guy, but sheesh. This guy was AC Slater, whom Bayside feared?

Mario Lopez and hobbit, both actual size.
Anyway, we walked right behind him for a few blocks then he and his gal pal turned left and the girls in our group tried to get a surreptitious photo of him. I wish now I had taken one, so I could post it here, but I didn't really care at that point. I was tired, and it was only Mario Lopez and I was basking in my own disappointment regarding his tiny, tiny body.