So, here's the email I got from Jill the other day...

-----Original Message-----
From: Jill Smithgall
Sent: Monday, October 29, 2001 9:49 AM

So it is official...I can leave new york now..my work here is done. Let me tell you why..(as a warning I make this a long story without a big pay off at the end but I think you will understand why this is a big deal to me)

Friday after work - I go and meet my friend Dennis and his out of town guest MFr some drinks, we are chugging margaritas and relating celeb sightings/encounters for the visitor ( basically there is always some b/c -list celeb at dennis's parties and he was having one on saturday so were trying to guess who might show up this time - the answer this year? no one. but I digress) So I say the my number one celeb person to see, the only person I would ever care to see would be Adam Horowitz....we finish our drinks go get some pizza and are walking down Bleeker street headed towards another bar when low and behold I see Ad rock about 10 feet in front of me standing outside a chinese rest. with a record under his arm. I am sure my eyes bug out of my head as I try to figure out whether I am seeing things or am crazy..he is looking right at me, watching me trying to figure it out and blatantly sees my thought process and the final look of recognition...I look down suddenly and sort of grab a hold of dennis and pull him quickly past ad rock muttering we just passed ad rock from the beasties boys, etc etc. We get past and I sort of stop and just am taking a moment, mike and dennis are like you have to go back and say something..and I am like I can't...I don't know what to say..I don't want to ruin the image- you know my last celeb encounter was henry thomas, mike is like yeah and that didn't turn out too badly for you. so I was like well I guess we can go back and tell him that we tried to get tix for the benefit show on sunday but they were sold out or something lame like that..etc etc..so dennis and I start walking back towards him but he is talking to some guy now..so we jsut look down and walk past..stop when we get to the corner and are like oh well we can't say anything now..we lost our chance..we turn back ..he goes inside the restuarant and we are like quick let's walk back now so he doesn't see us..just as we getting right in front of the place out he walks with his food, he sort of stops in his tracks, looks at me, gives me a little half smile and a nod...just enough acknowledgement of yes I know you recognize me..but that was enough for me...I was pretty happy even though I totally made myself look like a crazed stalker for walking past him 3 times...so there you have it after three years I FINALLY saw a beastie boy on the street, I own my patheticness in this story but still it's my one celeb I CARE about...so whatever....