Three months ago, when my parents first announced they had bought tickets for the whole family to go to New York, I sent ticket requests to all of the "cool kid" destinations. Colbert and Stewart instantly turned me down, since they only do a four day work week -- like most pussies. "Saturday Night Live" didn't even write me back, but later my Dad told me that in order to get tickets to that show audience members had to apply six years in advance, and blow Lorne Michaels -- even in the Anthony Michael Hall year. That left Letterman, and I never thought in a million years we would get tickets.
We almost did.
On Monday I got a call from the Letterman office. They asked if I was Libby. I am. They asked if I wanted tickets to the "Late Show with David Letterman" on Thursday. I did. They asked if I could be there by 2pm. No, I couldn't. Our plane doesn't get in until 3. And then the booker hung up.
I wasn't feeling that bad until Ryan and I were watching Letterman last night. It was then we realize that U2 are their musical guests all week.
Well, maybe we can catch U2 performing in Times Square...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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2 comments:
Oy, bummer! That would have seriously rocked.
Tyra always has last minute tickets available, just FYI. Martha films down the street from us and she also seems to have tix.
What else are ya doing in NYC? Do ya wanna come visit me?
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