come on hide your lovers, underneath the covers.
Yes, so Conan was last night as you guys probably figured out. I have to admit, I didn't think so much of the whole operation at first considering that I was invited in like..May and the completely forgot about it until last week but wow, it was large amounts of fun. K.Salsa, S-Dawg, Wang Chung and your very own Ria Stlyes daringly left school a whole 7 minutes early (they even called my house about it :O!) and boarded the lovely 2:09 train to P. Sta. Everyone on the train could not take their eyes off the 4 figures of beauty who were so pleasantly knee-knocking and dey wuz all like "I want you mine, ok?" and we wuz like "K." So we get there and Kay Sals partially lost her mind and rushed us all to NBC studios so we could get killer seats which ended up being most worth it. Shee-shee and Stylin' ditched to hit up that fiiine bitch, Auntie Anne and Sty In My Eye pissed her pants and they had to bring in an official NBC cleaning crew to mop it up :(. I'm never going to finish writing this if I don't cut the crap, geez.
Anyway, so we get into the studio, which was ridiculously smaller than it looks on tv, and we were sitting right in front of the performance stage, all giggly with excitement because we are le ghey like that. The warmup guy/Preparation H d00d came out, we had our laughs, I got all googly eyed at Max Weinberg and we were properly riled up. Then that tall hunk of Irish we were all waiting for ran out and my first thought was "wow, his head is preeetty big." He made out with Rocco, wiggled his eyebrows, and in general charmed us with his wit. They started the actual show and Conan was his usual funny as heck self, all Michael Jackson jokes, the bunny hop, and Deb's fave - the string dance. Then he weirdly went off on like a 10 minute tribute to Johnny Carson which was all very touching or whatever, but I was sort of looking forward to Real Ads or State Quarters, maybe even (and I could never be this lucky) the Walker Texas Ranger lever<33. Then Alan Alda came out and he was a decently entertaining old man and Conan was secretly proud of us for clapping and whooing like idiots, which I was purposely doing a lot of because I was right under a mike. The next guest, Jeffrey Tambour was pretty decent too, a little weird at times but he had his moments.
Finally, what I'd been looking forward to the most: The Arcade Fire played. Considering that I've been super into them lately and I didn't know that they were playing until the day before, I'd have to say that I am the luckiest. There was like 8 of them on stage: two violins, drums, two guitars, bass, keyboards, and another guy near the back playing something I couldn't really see. They played Neighborhood #2 (Laika) and did a very nice job of it too. Hahaha it was actually really funny, the keyboard guy was wearing a helmet and the other guy near the back was in charge of randomly banging drumsticks on things during the "C'mon Alex" part and he kept banging them on the keyboard guy's helmet. Then the keyboard guy got drumsticks too and they were banging on a weird metal thing, on some drums that were laying around the stage, on each others helmets, and on each other's backs. So they're like jumping around banging on things while the rest of the band won't even looking at them, and by the second refrain they just got too into it and they throw their drumsticks, one of which hits the lead singer in the head, and start fake wrestling/fighting each other. It was pretty much the best performance ever; I laughed, I danced, it basically made up for Tilly and the Mothafuckin Wall. I highly suggest everyone watch it and yes, I did tape it if you want to borrow it. Apparantly no one else in the crowd was really into them but me and the soon to be Westchesters, so we clapped our hands to the bone. The moral of this story is: I really want to go to an Arcade Fire show sometime. They're playing at Irving Plaza today but by the time I found out it was already sold out.
By then the show was over and we started walking back to the station, but not without doing some serious shopping. We went in H&M where I complained about how I didn't like that store, until we got to the second floor where I liked everything and pathetically had no money. Crossed the street to Forever 21 where Hot Sauce forced me to try on a really super cute brown tanktop type thing with a cinched waist that I loved and couldn't afford. It was a little upsetting :(. But daaym, we all ended up buying matching track jackets which totally made up for it. Re-send got yellow, K. got green, Little Debbie got red, and mine is black..and hot pink. We are officially Westchesters, reppin it cricket club style since 1928. <33
I forced everyone to get Pizza Hut because it's the greatest pizza ever made, no matter what stupid pizza slicing snobs with beards say. They thanked me, repeatedly. And it's official, black men love S-Dawg's face. The guy working there was all offering us wine coolers and asking how old we were, like a true creeper would do. We had some time to kill at the station, then took the 9:45 back to good ol EnJay.
Overall I gave it a 95, which is actually super really good. But sorry, I gave Karen's face a 67 because ew, get your vacant stare off me.
hahaha, LOVVAAAA.
Anyway, so we get into the studio, which was ridiculously smaller than it looks on tv, and we were sitting right in front of the performance stage, all giggly with excitement because we are le ghey like that. The warmup guy/Preparation H d00d came out, we had our laughs, I got all googly eyed at Max Weinberg and we were properly riled up. Then that tall hunk of Irish we were all waiting for ran out and my first thought was "wow, his head is preeetty big." He made out with Rocco, wiggled his eyebrows, and in general charmed us with his wit. They started the actual show and Conan was his usual funny as heck self, all Michael Jackson jokes, the bunny hop, and Deb's fave - the string dance. Then he weirdly went off on like a 10 minute tribute to Johnny Carson which was all very touching or whatever, but I was sort of looking forward to Real Ads or State Quarters, maybe even (and I could never be this lucky) the Walker Texas Ranger lever<33. Then Alan Alda came out and he was a decently entertaining old man and Conan was secretly proud of us for clapping and whooing like idiots, which I was purposely doing a lot of because I was right under a mike. The next guest, Jeffrey Tambour was pretty decent too, a little weird at times but he had his moments.
Finally, what I'd been looking forward to the most: The Arcade Fire played. Considering that I've been super into them lately and I didn't know that they were playing until the day before, I'd have to say that I am the luckiest. There was like 8 of them on stage: two violins, drums, two guitars, bass, keyboards, and another guy near the back playing something I couldn't really see. They played Neighborhood #2 (Laika) and did a very nice job of it too. Hahaha it was actually really funny, the keyboard guy was wearing a helmet and the other guy near the back was in charge of randomly banging drumsticks on things during the "C'mon Alex" part and he kept banging them on the keyboard guy's helmet. Then the keyboard guy got drumsticks too and they were banging on a weird metal thing, on some drums that were laying around the stage, on each others helmets, and on each other's backs. So they're like jumping around banging on things while the rest of the band won't even looking at them, and by the second refrain they just got too into it and they throw their drumsticks, one of which hits the lead singer in the head, and start fake wrestling/fighting each other. It was pretty much the best performance ever; I laughed, I danced, it basically made up for Tilly and the Mothafuckin Wall. I highly suggest everyone watch it and yes, I did tape it if you want to borrow it. Apparantly no one else in the crowd was really into them but me and the soon to be Westchesters, so we clapped our hands to the bone. The moral of this story is: I really want to go to an Arcade Fire show sometime. They're playing at Irving Plaza today but by the time I found out it was already sold out.
By then the show was over and we started walking back to the station, but not without doing some serious shopping. We went in H&M where I complained about how I didn't like that store, until we got to the second floor where I liked everything and pathetically had no money. Crossed the street to Forever 21 where Hot Sauce forced me to try on a really super cute brown tanktop type thing with a cinched waist that I loved and couldn't afford. It was a little upsetting :(. But daaym, we all ended up buying matching track jackets which totally made up for it. Re-send got yellow, K. got green, Little Debbie got red, and mine is black..and hot pink. We are officially Westchesters, reppin it cricket club style since 1928. <33
I forced everyone to get Pizza Hut because it's the greatest pizza ever made, no matter what stupid pizza slicing snobs with beards say. They thanked me, repeatedly. And it's official, black men love S-Dawg's face. The guy working there was all offering us wine coolers and asking how old we were, like a true creeper would do. We had some time to kill at the station, then took the 9:45 back to good ol EnJay.
Overall I gave it a 95, which is actually super really good. But sorry, I gave Karen's face a 67 because ew, get your vacant stare off me.
hahaha, LOVVAAAA.