I Wanna SEE Somebody
My brother and sister-in-law recently moved to New York, and my bro’s on this “I want to do all things New York-y” kick. For some people that would involve visits to Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, Coney Island, and Carnegie Deli; for my brother, that means making pilgrimages to talk shows.
Last week I made the rounds with him as he paid his respects at Late Night with Conan O’Brien and The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. I had my own reasons to join him in the long lines: Conan’s from my ’hood (Boston), and Jon’s my future husband. But the real appeal (apart from taking my relationship with Jon to the next level – that is, having him maybe become alerted to the possibility of my existence) was the lure of seeing some serious celebrities. Many of the greatest talents of cinema, music, politics, and idiocy have graced these very stages; who knew who I might be fortunate enough to exchange recycled oxygen with in two surprisingly cramped studios?