On Friday, October 13, 2006, we got up at 6:30 AM, both because of internal timezone confusion and a plan to get on live national television.
We hopped on the subway and popped out in Times Square. At 7:00 AM, the “city that never sleeps” was definitely waking up.
While we were there, Matt turned around the other way and saw us. I waved, and he waved and smiled back. This is by far the most celebrity interaction I’ve ever had. It’s crazy how a simple lift of an arm can incite irrational joy in a simple plebe like me. This puts me only one person on the “salutation chain” from the President, since Lauer has interviewed His Bushness.
A panorama of the view from the top of the Empire State Building.
Looking down on 5th Ave. traffic.
We came back down to earth and looked for a place to have lunch. We ended up in a burger joint where I had a bacon cheeseburger and a ginger ale.
We headed to Times Square to buy some tickets for a Broadway show that night. When we got to the discount ticket booth, most of the shows were sold out, and we didn’t have enough money (you have to pay in cash for some reason) to get our sixth choice, so we decided to show up earlier the next day and buy tickets for Saturday night. After missing that opportunity, we were approached by a cheerful gay fellow in Times Square who wanted to sell us some tickets to a show at his comedy club, The Improv. There were lots of lies in the sales pitch. First of all, he gave a list of comedians that would be there, several of whom I was familiar with. And he also claimed that they would be taping for Comedy Central. He also claimed that the Seinfeld intros were filmed at the Improv. It seems pretty obvious to me that they were filmed in a studio, but he was talking so fast I didn’t have time to think clearly about it. We paid $20 for two “admits two” tickets. Comedy clubs, according to Pinocchio, our salesman, all require a two-drink minimum. We went that Friday night and the drinks cost us about $35, so it was a night out on Broadway for $55. Our seats could not have been more perfect. Everyone was crammed into long tables perpendicular to the stage. We were seated right up against the stage, except for one person between me and the stage, and we were on the right side of the table to face the stage. The comics were closer me than my television is when I’m sitting on my couch at home. Not being right up against the stage was good, because guess who gets picked on by the comics? Unfortunately, they put the best comic first. We really liked him. His name is Mike Yard. His routine was mostly the old stand-up goldmine of “the differences between men and women”. Everyone can relate to something strange that the opposite sex does. The second guy, Russ Meneve, wasn’t nearly as good, even though his website has videos of various Jay Leno performances. His best joke was, “I think my favorite thing in the world is food. It’s not that I like eating so much. I just really love pooping.” And it got progressivly dirtier from there. The other comics weren’t bad, it’s just that I didn’t get nearly the same pleasure as I did from the first guy, even with the two drinks entering my bloodstream.
After the show, we took the subway back to the hotel for some much needed rest.