Last night I went to go see a Sitelines performance at One Chase Manhattan Plaza. As my date and I were walking back across the Brooklyn Bridge, we noticed a helicopter hovering just south of the bridge. I said, “looks like they’re filming something,” while Becky speculated that they were looking for a jumper.

When we get to the western pylon, there was a guy standing there with a lot of camera equipment smoking a cigarette. I was like, “hey, what’s going on here?” He gets a kind of funny look on his face and says, “Neil Diamond’s being filmed on the bridge.” I was like, “no way. Can we get through?” He says, “yes.” I say, “will we actually see Neil Diamond.” He says, “yes” and we continue on walking.

Becky and I spent the next half of the span talking about whether we’d actually see Neil Diamond. She thought the camera guy was fucking with us. I was of the mind that if a camera guy was going to fuck with us, he wouldn’t pick Neil Diamond. Sure enough, as we hit the center of the span, we see guys with big light boxes and, standing there, was Neil Diamond. I really wanted to yell, “Neil! I love you!”, but he was talking to a crew member about the shot and we were only about three feet from him. That’s really to close to yell, without being a really creepy fan.

The obligatory celeb sighting comment: he’s shorter than I expected.