Live From New York, It's Saturday Night!

So, I went to New York City two days ago. Talk about a fun ass trip. We left at 10:30AM and we pulled into NYC at 2:30PM. That's four hours. We went 300 miles in four hours. You can do the math. Or I'll do it for you. We averaged 75 mph. That's fast. We took over an hour to finally find a place to park. A parking garage in NYC costs about $6.75/half hour. That's a lot of fucking money to park all day. We needed to park for a minimum of 6 hours. Luckily, we kept driving around and actually found a spot on the side of the road. The way that parking on the street works is like this. You don't get an individual parking meter. You go to a centralized one that will print out a receipt for you to place on your dashboard. You can only park for 6 hours at most. Parking costs 50 cents for 15 minutes. We parked for 6 hours and it only cost us $12. That's what I call saving a shit load of money. But it didn't come easy, though. The only way to pay the meter is with quarters, $1 coins or with a parking card. Well, since we're from Pennsylvania, we don't have a parking card. You'd think they'd let you use a credit card or something, but nope. So, I ran from store to store trying to find $12 in change. I ended up finding $6 in quarters. Beamen had to run and find the rest. Luckily, he did and we got to park on the street. Our time was up at 10:06PM. More about that in a minute.

We headed on over to Rockafeller Center to get our tickets. It turns out we were super, super early and that they weren't handing out tickets until around 6:30, so we had a few hours to kill. We went for a walk around the block and we ate at this really great local restaurant called McDonalds. Their chicken was amazing. I highly recommend it.

We eventually made it back and we waited in line for what seemed like days. We finally got our tickets and we got to go upstairs to wait in another that was closer to the studio. We waited there for about 20 minutes. I saw Clay Aiken standing around. He looks like a bigger douche in person.

They finally let us go sit down and let me tell you, the SNL studio is friggin' small. Each set is about the size of my living room. They only have two sets up at a time. While you're watching a sketch, the other set is being torn down and a new one goes up in its place. They are a well-oiled machine. They do a top-notch job.

The host was Peter Sarsgaard. Click on his name to see who he is. He was a great host and the sketches were pretty damn funny. On tv, they might have been kind of weak, but there's just something about seeing something in person and beign around a group of people who are laughing. It just makes you want to laugh.

Then it happened. Weekend Update. My two secret girlfriends are the hosts. Tiny Fey and Amy Poehler. They are my secret girlfriends because they don't know about it yet. But, they will. Some day. They were kick ass as always and Drew Barrymore made an appearance. So, three very lovely ladies were standing oh so close to me, yet they were oh so far. Someday I will find them. Oh yes, I will.

Anyhow, after the show was over, it was after 10PM and we had to run to Beamen's car before it got ticketed. Luckily, we didn't make a note of where we parked. We had a gernal idea and we just ran in that general direction. We finally got to the right street and we found his car. Lo and behold, there wasn't a ticket. Ha Ha, we stuck it to NYC!!!!

Then NYC stuck it to us. I'm used to driving in Pittsburgh where there are signs everywhere. I mean, if you want to go to Oakland, there will be a sign somewhere telling you in what direction you need to go. NYC doesn't have that. We couldn't find the Lincoln Tunnel to save our lives. We eventually ended up somewhere no where near where we wanted to be. Luckily, though, Beamen asked for directions and a really nice, really italian guy gave him super precise directions. Whoever that guy was, we thank you. A lot!

We found the Lincoln Tunnel eventually and we headed back home. This time taking a half hour longer than our trip there. But, we were tired and didn't want to rush home. Slow and leisurely was definitely nice. I ended up walking thru my door at 4:30AM. Just in time to go to bed and not get enough sleep.

I was up super early. It was game day. I was too nervous. Luckily, the Steelers put a pounding on the Broncos. And when you add hanging with my dad and my uncle to the game, it gets even better. Throw in the lasagna, and it may very well have been the most perfect Sunday ever. Well, if the Steelers win the Super Bowl, that will be the most perfect Sunday.

Anyhow, this little blog isn't as funny as usual. For that, I apologize, but I'm too happy right now to be funny. Deal with it.