My Pale Imitation of Gawker

So, I was in line at Virgin in Union Square last night around 10:00, buying the new Built to Spill record, and who's in line right in front of me but Colin Farrell and a friend of his. The store wasn't that crowded, but he and the friend were still monitored pretty closely by a thick-necked fellow in their employ (who was really the one right in front of me). Honestly, I'd never bum rush any celebrity, much less Farrell, but it's a good thing I had no interest, because I wasn't getting past this dude.

Farrell was holding a stack of nine or ten DVD's, and the only ones I could see were Wolf Creek, Tootsie, and two old Pink Panther movies.