whirrliness
conan totally rocks the casbah.
i had a shitload of fun last night. i woke up and stuff. packed food. jeff came over to get us, then sara. we headed on 128, around lynnfieldish, i realized i forgot my fucking wallet. of course, it's me, duh.
then like three hours later, three and half, we were in new york. drove through harlem. scared the bejesus out of me. parked next to the pfeizer building. walked to the nbc studio, but there was a parade going on, couldn't get through. damn new skate shoes killed my feet. finally go there. the place is fucking huge. we got in line to check in. everyone else went to the bathroom. it was like a mile away. then my turn. weee... they checked us in according to groups. we were fourth. woop woop. then we were free to roam around, do whatever.
didn't have to wait for two and half hours for nothing. came back. checked up on stuff. went up the elevator. guy handed us conan o'brien shirts. i was like, KICK ASS, YO! went into the studio. sat in the third row, fourth in. i was parallel to conan's desk. i was actually like twenty feet away from him. prep crew came around. warmed up the crowd. preparation H guy came around. he was wicked cool. he actually bought the T shirts for everyone. kick ass guy. max weinburg and the weinberg seven came in, followed by the handsome devil, himself, conan. talked to us. conan hugged some asshole in my row. then hugged max. max gave his drumsticks to asshole. i was wicked jealous. then we were on. keira knightly, nichole ritchie and green day appeared. it was a good show. i screamed and hollered. i WOOO in wicked high pitched voice. then the asshole got preparation H and sat next to the comedian dude. ooh, and i got on tv for a second or two. i looked retarded. yay. and umm... yeah that was pretty much the show. i'm really sick of green day, but they actually put on a good show. so props to them. yeah, left, but filmed a little snippet for tuesday's show, as the audience. left. i didn't want to. i really wanted to stay and live there forever. guy handed out a party game to everyone -- quip it, it's like scene it.i wanted to go to the nbc store. i checked it out, but i didn't get anything =/ it was sooo frigginly expensive. sorry, guys =/
then went to serendipity to eat. i had the cheese ravioli. miriam had tortellini. jeff had umm seafood tortellini. sara had some brie sandwich, and that was good. O.O i ordered a lemonade to drink, thinking it was just a regular lemonade. nope it was a fucking yacht-sized lemonade, "pink ice". holy shit, the desserts were facking awesome. we left new york around 10:30, maybe? then came home around right before 2am... still wicked stoked. talked to mike and stuff, fell asleep at like 4:30.
and it was gooood.
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (me and jessie in the library)
not new york, but just wanted to post anyway. (jessica and me during fire drill. pretty content)
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (fetuccini alfredo from california pizza kitchen from sunday november 6th, with jessica)
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (jessica's dinner from california pizza kitchen)
okay, not new york, just yet. (but miriam and me... making sandwiches)
snoopy is hoppin, yo. (and yes, this is finally, new york)
i suck.
jeff and miriam.
dinner.
my lemonade/pink ice from serendipity
my double devil something or other chocolate mousse
jeff's kick ass desserts. caramel sundae and frozen hot chocolate
sara's frozen peanut butter thingy... and miriam's frozen hot chocolate.
quite content...
free game. sweet yo.
and free tee shirt. thank you, preparation H man!
the end.
i had a shitload of fun last night. i woke up and stuff. packed food. jeff came over to get us, then sara. we headed on 128, around lynnfieldish, i realized i forgot my fucking wallet. of course, it's me, duh.
then like three hours later, three and half, we were in new york. drove through harlem. scared the bejesus out of me. parked next to the pfeizer building. walked to the nbc studio, but there was a parade going on, couldn't get through. damn new skate shoes killed my feet. finally go there. the place is fucking huge. we got in line to check in. everyone else went to the bathroom. it was like a mile away. then my turn. weee... they checked us in according to groups. we were fourth. woop woop. then we were free to roam around, do whatever.
didn't have to wait for two and half hours for nothing. came back. checked up on stuff. went up the elevator. guy handed us conan o'brien shirts. i was like, KICK ASS, YO! went into the studio. sat in the third row, fourth in. i was parallel to conan's desk. i was actually like twenty feet away from him. prep crew came around. warmed up the crowd. preparation H guy came around. he was wicked cool. he actually bought the T shirts for everyone. kick ass guy. max weinburg and the weinberg seven came in, followed by the handsome devil, himself, conan. talked to us. conan hugged some asshole in my row. then hugged max. max gave his drumsticks to asshole. i was wicked jealous. then we were on. keira knightly, nichole ritchie and green day appeared. it was a good show. i screamed and hollered. i WOOO in wicked high pitched voice. then the asshole got preparation H and sat next to the comedian dude. ooh, and i got on tv for a second or two. i looked retarded. yay. and umm... yeah that was pretty much the show. i'm really sick of green day, but they actually put on a good show. so props to them. yeah, left, but filmed a little snippet for tuesday's show, as the audience. left. i didn't want to. i really wanted to stay and live there forever. guy handed out a party game to everyone -- quip it, it's like scene it.i wanted to go to the nbc store. i checked it out, but i didn't get anything =/ it was sooo frigginly expensive. sorry, guys =/
then went to serendipity to eat. i had the cheese ravioli. miriam had tortellini. jeff had umm seafood tortellini. sara had some brie sandwich, and that was good. O.O i ordered a lemonade to drink, thinking it was just a regular lemonade. nope it was a fucking yacht-sized lemonade, "pink ice". holy shit, the desserts were facking awesome. we left new york around 10:30, maybe? then came home around right before 2am... still wicked stoked. talked to mike and stuff, fell asleep at like 4:30.
and it was gooood.
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (me and jessie in the library)
not new york, but just wanted to post anyway. (jessica and me during fire drill. pretty content)
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (fetuccini alfredo from california pizza kitchen from sunday november 6th, with jessica)
not new york, but just wanted to post, anyway. (jessica's dinner from california pizza kitchen)
okay, not new york, just yet. (but miriam and me... making sandwiches)
snoopy is hoppin, yo. (and yes, this is finally, new york)
i suck.
jeff and miriam.
dinner.
my lemonade/pink ice from serendipity
my double devil something or other chocolate mousse
jeff's kick ass desserts. caramel sundae and frozen hot chocolate
sara's frozen peanut butter thingy... and miriam's frozen hot chocolate.
quite content...
free game. sweet yo.
and free tee shirt. thank you, preparation H man!
the end.