…and you might see Jim, Herm or me sitting in the audience of the April 23 "Daily Show."
Yes, I know it’s already over. But there are always reruns, are there not?
We stood in the standby ("slackers who didn’t get tickets beforehand") line for an hour and a half, hoping against hope for some empty seats which could be filled with our bottoms. The line inched forward; we were told there might be seats for us; then the couple ahead of us got in and we were left standing miserably outside.
But wait! Apparently three VIPs ("bored-looking overly hip twenty-somethings with multiple cell phones") had not shown up. There was room for three of us. Yet we were four. What would we do? Would one of us have to wait outside on the mean streets of Hell’s Kitchen?
No–for the producer had a plan. "We’ve been friends for our entire lives, haven’t we?" she said to Joe. "What’s your name again?" She took him up to the control booth (!) and asked her co-workers if it would be OK for her old friend Joe to watch the goings-on from their lofty perch.
Apparently it would be, and Joe got to see the show from the proverbial catbird seat.
The thing about Jon Stewart: He comes out a few minutes before taping starts to chat with the audience and take a few questions. Guess who had a question for him?
Me: "What are you reading right now?"
Jon: "The teleprompter."
So, anyway, that is one of the things that happened in NYC. We also got intimately familiar with the area of the Upper West Side around our hotel (On The Ave… totally recommended), had a scrumptious dinner at Celeste (limoncello dessert, mmmmmmm), went to the Natural History Museum for the Darwin exhibit (the man had a sense of humor; who knew?) and sat on the hallowed steps of the Public Library: