The Quest for Conan

I need to catch you all up on the past 3 days. Ahem.

TUESDAY:
Oh, my friends, let me tell you my tale of woe that is Tuesday. Thank God I didn’t actually write this Tuesday when I was beyond exhausted/bitchy/pissed off, because that would have been a depressing blog. Now I am in much better spirits and am actually now very capable of laughing at myself. Finally.

Why was I so exhausted and pissy? Because me and Patricia skipped sleep Monday night, started getting ready at 5 AM, and got to Rockefeller at 7 AM to get in line for standby tickets for CONAN, only to be informed nine excruciatingly long hours later that they would only be taking 15 people. We were numbers 19 and 20. Ouch.

Needless to say, I was crushed. CRUSHED. Wahh..

The only good thing about Tuesday was that we met Billy Ray Cyrus! He happened to be walking down the street where we were in line at about 8 AM, just leaving the Today Show (which is literally just down the street half a block). He is so handsome…sigh… (of course we got pictures)

Also we met this really REALLY awkward Canadian guy named Craig who was visiting NYC by himself. He was in line right behind us. He was nice enough to save our spots and not steal our money as we ran down the street to see Billy Ray, so we invited him to wander around with us after we got our numbers. He suggested Harlem, so we agreed to go with him.

An hour bus ride later (should have taken the A Train, we realized a day latee), we arrived in Harlem, wandered a bit, and then happened upon the APOLLO. We talked to the chick at the merch desk for a few minutes, found out amateur night was the next night for only $15, so we both got tickets.

After Harlem we split from the awkwardness that was Craig and hung out in Central Park for a couple hours. Then we forced down some really really bad coffee (thinking we were about to see Conan), made ourselves nauseous, and THEN found out we didn’t make the cut. Shit.

We went home, depressed and sick and tired, and passed out. I’m not sure how long I slept Tuesday night, but it had to have been more than 15 hours. Bliss.

WEDNESDAY:
So yesterday we slept in till 3:30 or so, then got ready for Amateur Night at the Apollo, which turned out to be AWESOME. We got to boo people! On guy got booed off the stage halfway through his rap. A lot of the others got boo’s, but not enough to get yanked. It was a very fun night.

I also discussed Boston with Michael M., and it has been decided that we will stay with him Saturday-Monday instead of Thursday-Saturday. Yes, this offered us a new opportunity to try for Conan!

THURSDAY (TODAY):
We were going to try to sleep at least a couple hours last night, but what with phone calls to people and eating dinner and stuff, I only slept for half an hour and Patricia didn’t sleep for any. We started getting ready at 2:30 and got to Rockefeller at 5 AM, BITCHES.

Yeah, we were shamelessly the first ones in line. The barricades weren’t even up yet. Neither was the sun. It was FREEZING. A cool moment occurred when they filmed something for the show right near where we were sitting in front of NBC. A giant inflatable Conan! And I mean giant. (see picture above) If you watch the show tonight, you’ll see it and find out why it’s there.

Well, long story short:

WE GOT INTO LATE NIGHT WITH CONAN O’BRIEN!!!!!!!!

I’m still recovering from the shock and joy and love and happiness ahhhhhh…..

His studio is soo small and his legs are soo long. Dude.

Max Weinberg is touring with Bruce Springsteen, but the band was still awesome and La Bamba was way cool and Pender is a badass.

I was so overwhelmed with love and delight when Conan came out for the first time before the show to talk to us that I may have looked like a giddy schoolgirl to everyone else. Maybe I am. We may have made eye contact once, me and him. Oh, love love love.

I also screamed really obnoxiously after everyone else had stopped clapping when he first came out for the monologue and he HEARD ME and he made fun of me! It was ammmazing! I nearly died. I’m still dying.

What else? He is just as amazing as I thought he was. Thank God.

I bought too much stuff in the NBC store, but people do crazy things in the name of love.

I think the shot glass was a necessity.

Don’t you?

p.s. all pictures in picasa to your right!