Live From New York... It's Saturday Night

Another weekend spent with RM… another for the books.

He had us up late Thursday night; we ate pizza and relaxed Friday evening, which ultimately had to suffice the entire weekend as far as rest was concerned.

His one request was that we try for Saturday Night Live tickets, which included waking up at 4:30 Saturday morning. 4:30 came early, as it were, and we all got out of bed before we gave ourselves another moment to question our decision.

For two hours we waited as it snowed, waiting in line among other crazies who had slept outside all night on air mattresses and college students who had never gone to bed in the first place. AV and RM left in search of coffee soon after we arrived and found the businesses in Rockefeller Center to be lacking. They happened upon an establishment called Bagelfella Center, complete with bottom of the pot, burned coffee.

We grabbed our rehearsal tickets when they were released promptly at 7 AM, figuring we would have a better chance getting into that than the actual show, and were back home and settled in for a long winter’s nap by 7:15.

We awoke refreshed by 12:30 in the PM, and bopped around the stores on 34th for the remainder of the afternoon.

We returned to the scene of the standby ticket crime, 45 minutes early as per our tickets, only to hurry up and wait yet again. The NBC Pages were out in full-force, all of their blazers newly dry-cleaned to remove the writers’ strike mothballs, anal-retentive as ever as they attempted to manage the crowd.

We were four of the lucky 40 or so who actually got in to the show and see Tina Fey in all of her comedic glory. There was a lot of commotion as the elevator opened onto the floor, Pages throwing wristbands at us and literally telling us to run down the hall and get seated as quickly as possible.

We enjoyed two hours of SNL’s finest- Steve Martin and Mike Huckabee ever made appearances. They had plenty to throw in the way of Barack, Hillary and John, as well as Bret Michaels and the casts of all the ‘Sex and the City’ wannabe shows plaguing this season.

Brilliance. Worth every minute of our pre-sunrise wake up call.

The rest of the weekend will have to be recapped tomorrow, seeing we were all awake at 4:30 AM every morning for the past three days…

Including today.

Liz Lemon: Why are you wearing a tux?
Jack: It's after 6 o'clock Lemon. What am I, a farmer?
- Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin. ’30 Rock’