No blizzard could stop the party
In response to some requests to spread good SNL stories, here goes...
On Saturdays, I work from noon until the show ends, around 1 am New York time. For those of you who didn't know, this Saturday there was a HUGE blizzard in New York. Like 15 inches of snow. People were going crazy, buying up water, hibernating. But I still went to work. It was seeming like it was going to be a pretty cool day/night. Because I got to work at noon, it had only just begun to snow when I was outside, so I didn't have to be out in it. Before my friend/other intern Camillia came into work, she was called by Horatio to go pick up the after-after party tickets, which meant we would be able to go VERY easily by "loosing" a few when we gave them to Horatio. Even when the snow kept getting worse, causing the cabs and our car service to stop running, we were all still psyched - because of the lack of cars, word spread that the first after party (the one that is thrown by Lorne Michaels, pretty formal, and we're not allowed to go to) had been moved to the studio. In fact we had the pleasure of helping them carry in the MASSIVE amounts of booze for it. Even though we normally can't go because it's a formal affair, just about everyone we talked to thought we'd for sure be able to go - that there was no way they'd be asshole-ish enough to send us out into the blizzard with no way home.
Then...our actual boss (aka the one who has say over us) started being a dick. He was already wasted before the show started, when he stumbled up to me and Camillia and was like "Whoa, the cars aren't running. How are you guys going to get home?" Which is technically his job, seeing as how they give us cars home any time we work after 8 because it's irresponsible to send girls on the subway after that point. So we were like "I don't really know". To which he responded "Well, I mean you two usually go out afterwards, right? So you'll be together". And that was it. But we still thought we might be able to get into the party. Not so much. When one of the other interns asked him, he said no. No explanation. Just no.
So we bitched to each other. For a REALLY long time. In the end, most of the other interns took the subway home. The ones that lived really far away (aka, outside of Manhattan) were given hotel rooms by NBC. Still pissed (and still thinking we could weasle our way into the party, or at least make our boss feel bad about it), Cam and I and two other interns stuck around upstairs, bitching to anyone who would listen. They all agreed it was complete bull shit. Chris Parnell seemed exceptionally sympathetic...but I think that had more to do with him wanted to stare at our boobs.
We were able to find out that the after-after party, the one we had tickets to, was indeed still going on. By this point it was about 2 am, so we decided to go get some beers, go to one of the hotel rooms to pregame and hope that the snow would let up so we could get a cab to the after-after party, which started around 3-4 am. Things were looking up, especially since two of our other supervisors felt so bad about what a bitch our boss was to us that they instructed us to go grab beers from the back refridgerator.
It was absolute craziness outside. The snow was up to my thighs. Hardly any cars or people out at all - and we were in the middle of Times Square! Turns out though, cabs had started running and we were able to get one to Cam's apartment, which was right where the after-after party was going to be. On our way to her apartment, we had to help clear a pathway in the road for a cab that was completely stuck in it. People were just wandering in the middle of the streets because it was the only place it was remotely clear to walk in.
We pounded a few beers and headed to the party. It was at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater and we weren't really sure what to expect. We thought it might be really dead seeing as how there was a blizzard outside. Should have known better. When we walked up, we saw like four limos. Keenan and his "posse" were stumbling towards the door. When Keenan saw us, he was like "Whoa, you kids are BRAVE coming out in this shit!"
It turned out to be an AWESOME party. More people where there than normal. Rachel Dratch (who NEVER shows, well at least to the three I've been to), almost the entire cast, the executive producer (not Lorne Michaels). And of course, everyone was wasted. They had two temporary bars set up, which amazingly had WAY cheap drinks. Like $5 for the stongest whiskey and diet coke I've ever tasted (believe it or not, this is REALLY cheap for New York, especially for the places they normally hold these things at).
We quickly got more hammered and went up onstage, where they had dancing going on. I realized these places/events are the best, most fun places for me to dance. I enjoy dancing, but know I'm not so great at it, so I normally have to be kind of drunk to let loose and do it. However...when you're dancing with SNL cast members, these people are all about dancing for comedy's sake. It's goofy and fun - like dancing with little kids who don't know they look ridiculous. Seth, Amy, Rachel and Will did a ring-around-the-rosie at one point, Parnell was like pseudo-swing dancing to rap, boys were fake-grinding on each other, people were like kick-dancing. So fun! One of the writers pulled me up to do a faux-booty dance/spinning dance with him and Will.
The night blurred quickly. Between the dancing and ABUNDANCE of drinks (once again, I barely opened my wallet all night) I don't know where the night went. Before I knew it, the only people left in the bar were me, Cam, Cari (another intern), Slovin and Allen (two writers) and Pat (one of our supervisors). We all stumbled out together into the snow, acting like retards. It had snowed more, which was not good news for my stilletto boots. I promptly fell on my ass. But I was wasted, so I didn't care. I had to hold onto Slovin to keep from falling again, but he didn't seem to care.
I'm not so sure how all this transpired, but apparently three cabs pulled up all at once. Now, had I been thinking clearly, I would have known to get into a cab with Cari and Cam, seeing as how all my shit was at Cam's apartment and I usually sleep there after these things. Instead, I hopped into the first cab I saw. Before I knew what was going on, Allen had hopped in with me and we were heading...somewhere. He turned to me and was like "wait...where are you going?" and I was like "Oh shit! I gotta call Cam!" So I called her and asked her what to do, and she was like "It's 6:30 - just go home!" Once again benefitting from the wrtiers treating us like their little sisters, Allen was like "Well where's your apartment, we'll go there first so you get in okay." and I was like "no, no, mine's WAY far away". And he insisted on giving me $20 for the cab - which was way more than what it ended up costing.
Little did I know that I had left my keyes at Cam's, so poor Zack got a phone call at 7 am to buzz me in. Fortunately he picked up the phone. It did not take much to pass out.
And that's what I did in the Blizzard of 2005. Definetely a story for the kids.
On Saturdays, I work from noon until the show ends, around 1 am New York time. For those of you who didn't know, this Saturday there was a HUGE blizzard in New York. Like 15 inches of snow. People were going crazy, buying up water, hibernating. But I still went to work. It was seeming like it was going to be a pretty cool day/night. Because I got to work at noon, it had only just begun to snow when I was outside, so I didn't have to be out in it. Before my friend/other intern Camillia came into work, she was called by Horatio to go pick up the after-after party tickets, which meant we would be able to go VERY easily by "loosing" a few when we gave them to Horatio. Even when the snow kept getting worse, causing the cabs and our car service to stop running, we were all still psyched - because of the lack of cars, word spread that the first after party (the one that is thrown by Lorne Michaels, pretty formal, and we're not allowed to go to) had been moved to the studio. In fact we had the pleasure of helping them carry in the MASSIVE amounts of booze for it. Even though we normally can't go because it's a formal affair, just about everyone we talked to thought we'd for sure be able to go - that there was no way they'd be asshole-ish enough to send us out into the blizzard with no way home.
Then...our actual boss (aka the one who has say over us) started being a dick. He was already wasted before the show started, when he stumbled up to me and Camillia and was like "Whoa, the cars aren't running. How are you guys going to get home?" Which is technically his job, seeing as how they give us cars home any time we work after 8 because it's irresponsible to send girls on the subway after that point. So we were like "I don't really know". To which he responded "Well, I mean you two usually go out afterwards, right? So you'll be together". And that was it. But we still thought we might be able to get into the party. Not so much. When one of the other interns asked him, he said no. No explanation. Just no.
So we bitched to each other. For a REALLY long time. In the end, most of the other interns took the subway home. The ones that lived really far away (aka, outside of Manhattan) were given hotel rooms by NBC. Still pissed (and still thinking we could weasle our way into the party, or at least make our boss feel bad about it), Cam and I and two other interns stuck around upstairs, bitching to anyone who would listen. They all agreed it was complete bull shit. Chris Parnell seemed exceptionally sympathetic...but I think that had more to do with him wanted to stare at our boobs.
We were able to find out that the after-after party, the one we had tickets to, was indeed still going on. By this point it was about 2 am, so we decided to go get some beers, go to one of the hotel rooms to pregame and hope that the snow would let up so we could get a cab to the after-after party, which started around 3-4 am. Things were looking up, especially since two of our other supervisors felt so bad about what a bitch our boss was to us that they instructed us to go grab beers from the back refridgerator.
It was absolute craziness outside. The snow was up to my thighs. Hardly any cars or people out at all - and we were in the middle of Times Square! Turns out though, cabs had started running and we were able to get one to Cam's apartment, which was right where the after-after party was going to be. On our way to her apartment, we had to help clear a pathway in the road for a cab that was completely stuck in it. People were just wandering in the middle of the streets because it was the only place it was remotely clear to walk in.
We pounded a few beers and headed to the party. It was at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater and we weren't really sure what to expect. We thought it might be really dead seeing as how there was a blizzard outside. Should have known better. When we walked up, we saw like four limos. Keenan and his "posse" were stumbling towards the door. When Keenan saw us, he was like "Whoa, you kids are BRAVE coming out in this shit!"
It turned out to be an AWESOME party. More people where there than normal. Rachel Dratch (who NEVER shows, well at least to the three I've been to), almost the entire cast, the executive producer (not Lorne Michaels). And of course, everyone was wasted. They had two temporary bars set up, which amazingly had WAY cheap drinks. Like $5 for the stongest whiskey and diet coke I've ever tasted (believe it or not, this is REALLY cheap for New York, especially for the places they normally hold these things at).
We quickly got more hammered and went up onstage, where they had dancing going on. I realized these places/events are the best, most fun places for me to dance. I enjoy dancing, but know I'm not so great at it, so I normally have to be kind of drunk to let loose and do it. However...when you're dancing with SNL cast members, these people are all about dancing for comedy's sake. It's goofy and fun - like dancing with little kids who don't know they look ridiculous. Seth, Amy, Rachel and Will did a ring-around-the-rosie at one point, Parnell was like pseudo-swing dancing to rap, boys were fake-grinding on each other, people were like kick-dancing. So fun! One of the writers pulled me up to do a faux-booty dance/spinning dance with him and Will.
The night blurred quickly. Between the dancing and ABUNDANCE of drinks (once again, I barely opened my wallet all night) I don't know where the night went. Before I knew it, the only people left in the bar were me, Cam, Cari (another intern), Slovin and Allen (two writers) and Pat (one of our supervisors). We all stumbled out together into the snow, acting like retards. It had snowed more, which was not good news for my stilletto boots. I promptly fell on my ass. But I was wasted, so I didn't care. I had to hold onto Slovin to keep from falling again, but he didn't seem to care.
I'm not so sure how all this transpired, but apparently three cabs pulled up all at once. Now, had I been thinking clearly, I would have known to get into a cab with Cari and Cam, seeing as how all my shit was at Cam's apartment and I usually sleep there after these things. Instead, I hopped into the first cab I saw. Before I knew what was going on, Allen had hopped in with me and we were heading...somewhere. He turned to me and was like "wait...where are you going?" and I was like "Oh shit! I gotta call Cam!" So I called her and asked her what to do, and she was like "It's 6:30 - just go home!" Once again benefitting from the wrtiers treating us like their little sisters, Allen was like "Well where's your apartment, we'll go there first so you get in okay." and I was like "no, no, mine's WAY far away". And he insisted on giving me $20 for the cab - which was way more than what it ended up costing.
Little did I know that I had left my keyes at Cam's, so poor Zack got a phone call at 7 am to buzz me in. Fortunately he picked up the phone. It did not take much to pass out.
And that's what I did in the Blizzard of 2005. Definetely a story for the kids.