What happened next was what really made this a notable celeb siting. The restaurant had gotten crowded since we'd been seated, and Moby was made to wait! I felt like i was watching Mark McGuire wait to use a batting cage, or like Kelly Clarkson was waiting behind me to sing Karaoke. I wanted to stand up and tell he hostess, "Give him my seat, Thats Moby! Also, what the hell is this brown stuff I'm eating!? Where's the nearest halal truck?!" but I restrained myself and instead, just kept sharing my oddly vast Moby-knowledge with my boyfriend; "His real name is Richard Mellville Hall, get it Mellville... Moby.... Dick.... Richard.... get it" All the while watching Moby graciously shake hands and answer the questions of excited NYU students also waiting for a table.
Moby was finally seated by the time I'd finished the last of my odd-tasting beets. He settled in at a communal table with his dining partner with weird sideburns and politely ordered his food from his waitress and seemed totally at ease around those of us who'd never feuded with Eminem or collaborated with Gwen Stefani. What a great guy, that Moby.