Archive for May 2006

May 25th, 2006

Late Night with Who-Now?

So last month Kaiser, Megan, Steph, and I were walking around Manhattan, looking for a place to eat lunch and…. What’s that? “Wait a minute, where the hell have I been?” All right you got me. Can’t get anything past you.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? So are you as happy as I am to come back here and not see that “wedding developments” entry that was posted back on April 5th? I bet you are.

I hope this won’t be too awkward. I feel like we’re the kind of people who can just pick up right where we left off, don’t you? You do? Great.

So, yeah, our good friends Brian “Kaiser” Kaiser and Megan “Megan” Marshall got married last month. April 22, 2006. The same day I turned 26. And who knows the significance of the 26th birthday? Anyone? Well, I’ll tell you: I’ve aged out of the “hip, young” marketing demographic. The “hip, young” marketing demographic is very exclusive. It’s only for people ages 18-25. I honestly couldn’t tell you what demographic I’m in now. “The 26-35 demographic,” I guess. I don’t think we even get a descriptor. Don’t believe me about the demographics? Ask your friends who’ve worked at ad agencies. They’ll tell you. Now where was I? Oh, yes…. Steph and I were both in Kaiser and Megan’s wedding…. We were also both in their honeymoon. I still can’t believe this, but they let us come up and stay with them in Times Square while they were there. (Did I mention these were good friends?)

I’m sure a crude crack about four people honeymooning together has sprung to your mind. Maybe you’d like to share? Or maybe you’d prefer to keep it to yourself, but still giggle childishly? Or just stare at me like my friends and I are clearly from another planet? I got responses of all kinds when I mentioned to people that we were visiting our friends while they were on their honeymoon. There were a few people here and there that didn’t see anything wrong with it, the majority, however, were nothing short of horrified. Eventually I came to look at it as a sociological experiment. What kind of reaction could I conjure from people by just saying: “We’re going with our friends on their honeymoon.” Or by implying the unexpected: “We’re crashing our friends’ honeymoon.” Or the bizarre: “We’re going up to stay in the same hotel room as our friends during their honeymoon.” I’d given up on trying to explain that we weren’t going up ’til many days after them, and that they’d insisted we come because Steph and I had never been to New York….

And here come the horrified looks again. It’s true: Steph and I had never been to New York. It’s not that we haven’t wanted to go, believe me. The opportunity had just never come up.

I was really excited about going, of course. I was also prepared to hate it. New York — in theory anyway — has always seemed overwhelming and intimidating to me. I blame every movie from the ’80s that took place in New York City. They always involved guys wearing windsuits and bandana-headbands, running rampant, mugging everyone with switchblades. The cops were powerless to stop them. It always took a larger-than-life characters, like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, to clean up the city. Or Crocodile Dundee. I was at the height of impressionability when stuff like this was being made.

You’ll be happy to know, however, that we all got through the trip unmugged. I was indeed overwhelmed and intimidated upon first setting foot in Manhattan, but it wore off pretty quickly. After getting the hang of the subway and getting used to walking further (and faster) than you ever would if you live in the South, I was feeling good about the place.

Here’s a keen observation I made while in New York: there’s a lot to do. It would be impossible for me to give you a synopsis of the whole trip, but the best part, for me, can be described in five words: Late Night with Conan O’Brien. (Or is that six words?)

Yes, we attended a taping of Late Night at NBC Studios. During this taping five things became clear to me:

  1. Television studios are much smaller than they seem on TV
  2. Everything that happens in a television studio is even funnier than it seems on TV
  3. Max Weinberg and his band are the most ridiculously slick and professional musicians-for-hire that I have ever seen
  4. Conan O’Brien can take an unbelievably lackluster guest line-up (we showed up on Howie Mandell/Goo-Goo Dolls night) and weave it into a tapestry of hilarious television magic
  5. Conan O’Brien is a god. (And Conan, if you’re reading my site: The comedian that warmed up the crowd — tall, balding guy who appears in a lot of the sketches you do…I think he’s a writer — was hilarious too. You should use him on camera more often.)

The only other thing I’d like to mention is the famous person I saw. Everyone who goes to New York sees some type of celebrity. It’s part of the trip. Doesn’t matter if they’re A-list, B-list, D-list, completely washed-up…if you can’t say you saw someone you haven’t properly done New York. By the time we got there Kaiser and Megan had already checked this off their list. “We saw Kelly Ripa,” Megan mentioned to us, after we got to their hotel…. Picking up her kids from daycare. Of course.

Well, as my third celebrityless day was coming to a close and I was thinking it wasn’t going to happen, guess who I passed on the sidewalk in Times Square (Bear with me here. Apparently I’m now writing a piece for E! Online.)…Ludacris! Dressed in a suit. Yelling to someone (a member of his “posse,” perhaps?) that I’d already walked past.

That’ll do.

It’s a good thing my 26th birthday wasn’t that far behind me; I was still retaining some of the things that “hip, young” people know.

At this point, I’ve been out of the demographic for over a month, so I know I saw him, but now I have no idea who this “Ludacris” fella is.

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