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Ernie lucked out and got tickets to see Conan on Tuesday. (I tried, but did not manage to get tickets). We drove past the theater at 11pm the night before and didn't see a line. Ernie drove past again at 5am and saw four people in line, so we parked at UIC and took the L downtown to start waiting at about 7. At 8, some security guard guy told us to move and come back at 9. We sat in the median at State and Lake for an hour with about 15 other people and waited. The other line, stand-by people who didn't get tickets and who had apparently been waiting since 8:30pm the night before, didn't have to move.
So finally we got back in line, and waited and waited and waited and waited. Ernie's friend waited there with us, and we played cards and made friends with the people around us. They gave us wristbands and tickets, and some guy kept saying, "Oh, I'll remember the people in the front! You'll get in there first, don't worry." When 4pm came, they just opened the gate on the other side and everyone rushed into the theater. It was in-fucking-sane. The people who'd been there very early, even before us, ended up sitting behind us. We should've totally been in the first row, but these squirrely beady-eyed people ran past us, so we ended up in the second row.
I was tired and bitchy but when Conan came on the stage I almost became emotional (almost), because I was in love with him ever since I was about 12 or so. I kind of stopped watching the show for a while after Andy Richter left, but it was just really awesome to see him in person. There's no way I'd ever go to New York and waste time standing around in line there, so this worked out really well. The show had lame guests, like the Jack character from Will & Grace, and Cheap Trick, but it was free, so whatever.
One thing that irritated me is that people kept yelling things out throughout the show. The girl next to me kept yelling out stupid things, like I LOVE YOU OMG!!! over and over. I totally should have just punched her in the face. Oh, and everyone was taking pictures with fancy cameras, even though the email says NO CAMERAS. They were like FLASH FLASH FLASH. Also, the beady-eyed people literally reached on stage several times to steal picks from the Cheap Trick guy WHILE the band was playing. Lame. So the moral of the story is that you should trample people while running into the theater, steal from the stage, and also break rules and bring in a real camera.
So finally we got back in line, and waited and waited and waited and waited. Ernie's friend waited there with us, and we played cards and made friends with the people around us. They gave us wristbands and tickets, and some guy kept saying, "Oh, I'll remember the people in the front! You'll get in there first, don't worry." When 4pm came, they just opened the gate on the other side and everyone rushed into the theater. It was in-fucking-sane. The people who'd been there very early, even before us, ended up sitting behind us. We should've totally been in the first row, but these squirrely beady-eyed people ran past us, so we ended up in the second row.
I was tired and bitchy but when Conan came on the stage I almost became emotional (almost), because I was in love with him ever since I was about 12 or so. I kind of stopped watching the show for a while after Andy Richter left, but it was just really awesome to see him in person. There's no way I'd ever go to New York and waste time standing around in line there, so this worked out really well. The show had lame guests, like the Jack character from Will & Grace, and Cheap Trick, but it was free, so whatever.
One thing that irritated me is that people kept yelling things out throughout the show. The girl next to me kept yelling out stupid things, like I LOVE YOU OMG!!! over and over. I totally should have just punched her in the face. Oh, and everyone was taking pictures with fancy cameras, even though the email says NO CAMERAS. They were like FLASH FLASH FLASH. Also, the beady-eyed people literally reached on stage several times to steal picks from the Cheap Trick guy WHILE the band was playing. Lame. So the moral of the story is that you should trample people while running into the theater, steal from the stage, and also break rules and bring in a real camera.