I met Bill Cosby the other night.

God, how LONG have I been waiting to say that? And it’s true. I was just standing in front of a comedy club and there he was. And I met him.

Of course, I didn’t actually talk to him. At least if by "talk" you mean "the actual ability to form words." You see, I was so completely in awe of the man that the entire English language escaped me at that moment. I think I just sort of made sounds. Moans and grunts, really. And moved my mouth a little.

Here’s what I’m thinking: I think that sometime next year or so, I’m going to be on "The Tonight Show" or "Letterman." And Bill Cosby will be sitting at home watching. And he’ll turn to his wife and say, "Hey look! It’s the little retarded girl from outside Boston comedy club. Isn’t it amazing what medical science can do for those people nowadays?"

But at least he’ll remember me.