George and I saw a taping of Letterman a couple of weeks ago. The trivia question I had to answer for the tickets was "What color is Alan Kalter's (sp?) hair?" He's the announcer and thank fucking god I knew it was red because if I didn't it would have been the FOURTH time I flubbed up trying to get tickets. When you get there you stand in a huge line to get your tickets. You get your tickets, you get a pep talk from a perky college intern about the show, and then you have 40 minutes before you have to get back in line to get seated. So we went to the Mexican place next door and we saw a woman getting seated whom we met in line. She was alone, so we asked her to join us and she ended paying for our food and drinks. Back in line, we befriended two Canadians who had traveled from Vancouver, I think, to see a Calgary Flames hockey game at Madison Square Garden. One of them gave me a little light-up Calgary Flames pendant (A "C" with flames coming off the back), which was kind of neat.

Basically, you have to clap and laugh at everything. My hands were buzzing from clapping so much. After the show we went back to the Mexican place for more margaritas, and Will Lee from the CBS Orchestra sat next to us. We were talking with him and he turned out to be kind of a pompous ass. Some doo-wop tune that had been made to sound disco-y started playing in the restaurant, and I said "They must have given this to Georgio Moroder to remix" and he looked at me and said "How do YOU know who Georgio Moroder is?" Why SHOULDN'T I know who he is? Jerk.