Per diligent devotion to this resolution, the following things happened:
Yes, that is Stephen Fry, who was honored to be stalked by us after two separate Twelfe Night performances. The show was so incredibly excellent that I was a little star-struck by the entire cast, but of course we were there to meet the brilliant Fry, who was the first TV star I ever idolized. Oh, you mean everyone didn't grow up watching the BBC's Jeeves and Wooster on library VHSes while their moms tried to homeschool through morning sickness?
Anyway, he was kind and generous despite my complete inability to articulate my lifelong admiration in a coherent and non-frightening way. He also asked if Hannah and I were partners and I wanted very badly to say yes. But I knew I could not lie to Stephen Fry (about anything, but definitely not something as significant as sexual orientation and/or relationship status. This is Stephen Fry, not Facebook). I said a very regretful no, so he probably thinks we have a lesbian Harry-Met-Sally situation going on, and quite frankly, he can think whatever he wants to think because he is STEPHEN FRY. After this miraculous dream come true Hannah and I ran into the street in a tizzy of glee and almost got hit by a cab. And then we went to the pub across the street and ordered champagne; the waitress was concerned because we were a) ordering champagne in a pub; b) shaking and breathless and possibly crying a little bit.
And yes that is Sir Ian McKellen, who was delighted to take a selfie with us after No Man's Land. Not selfied: Sir Patrick Stewart, who signed our playbills and gazed deeply into our eyes. Following which there was much jumping up and down in a parking garage and screaming and a little bit of crying possibly.
This Magneto-and-Gandalf magic came about when Brian and I invested a Saturday in a double feature of the NML matinee and the Waiting for Godot evening show, both of which were brilliant and enthralling. Thank you Cort Theater for your friendly rush ticket policy! Which placed us in the front row for Sir Ian and Sir Patrick Stewart, and non-sirs Billy Crudup and Shuler Hessley. It is worth noting that our seats for Godot were in fact better than Vince Vaughn's, who was in like the 18th row to the right, while we were front and center and close enough to the knights to touch them.