Finally, an actual event to write about! O, I'm workin' now!

So, Lucy's in town and she and Tracing and Amanda and I are going out on Saturday, which is cool 'n' groovy 'n' fab 'n' triff, and while we were making plans I heard from my friend Rita who said that her band, Lust Pollution, was coming to town to take part in the taping of an episode of Premium Blend for Comedy Central, and did I want to come and bring friends?

Well, I did! Lucy's husband, John, wanted to see Letterman tape more than life itself, but couldn't get tickets, so I offered Premium Blend instead! A few days later, it turned out that John scammed himself a Letterman ticket after all and would not be coming to the Lust Pollution extravaganza, and pretty much simultaneously with Lucy telling me that, I got an email from Shmuel in which he mentioned that of the tapes I sent him, one of his fave artists was Lust Pollution.

"Hey," I thought, "Fan of the band, extra ticket, problem solved!"

So I got to work early and left work early so that I could make it down to TriBeCa by 6.30p, because the show was starting at 7p and we had to be there at 6p.

I got off the Chambers St. stop on the A train, exiting out into the street,and Chambers St. was nowhere to be found. It was like "choose a direction, any direction", so I did and I was wrong, so I asked a woman and she pointed me right.

"I got off the train at Chambers Street and couldn't find Chambers Street anywhere!"
"Ah, you must have been at the front of the train"

So it was one of those little secrets that New Yorkers like to put places to confuse the tourists. I may be a New Yorker, but I'm a tourist when it comes to TriBeCa.

Anyway, I walked a while and found the TriBeCa Arts Centre, and there was Shmuel, but there wasn't Lucy and Tracing! The two of us got our wristbands and went in, because the lady at the door advised us to, and we got our seats, but I kept staring at the door like a pointer.

At last, one at a time, they arrived in various states of lostness, and the show began.

Lust Pollution were on first, and sang a song of theirs that I like, "It's So Big". There are other songs that I prefer, but they are either too dirty or too subtle for Comedy Central. They did it twice, and looked and sounded great.

We stayed to watch the rest of the show, three excellent comics, but especially the second one who did a routine about being poor on class picture day and the state of his police department when he was a cop in Maine. I wish I had caught his name, but I will when the show airs. In November, they said.

I also had a swell time watching the show band, which included the cutest trumpet player in all the land. Blonde and skinny and geeky and looked about fourteen. I was wondering if there was something wrong with me for preferring him to the lead singer, or the guitar player with the muscles and the cool shades, but I leaned over and whispered to Lucy "Isn't that trumpet player cute?" and she said "Adorable! He looks just like Opie."

Anyway, afterwards we caught up with the band and friends at a restaurant called Bubby's, where we had to wait for ages for a table, but the food ended up being good and we had a swell time.

It was hideously noisy and hard to hear people and you had to yell, which means that this morning my throat hurts like hell and I feel like I smoked too much, even though I wasn't actually around any smoke.

I talked alot to Shmuel, who is very sweet, but talks faster and quieter than anyone else I have ever met and I can't read his lips because of his beard, so I think that I spend and inordinate amount saying "I didn't get that," like the blind man in Young Frankenstein.

Lucy and Tracing, across the table, talked to Julie, one of Rita's college roommates, and I looked at them, marveling at the juxtaposition. I mean, I've known Jule since 1982, and she's from a completely different section of my life than Lucy and Tracing. It was like birthday parties when I was a kid when none of my friends ever knew each other because one was from school and one was from the neighbourhood and one was from dance class and one was from horseback riding, and what a relief and surprise it was to see them get along.

Reets and I talked about School Friends Made Good ("Did you see Gina Gershon flirt with Conan O'Brian?" "Have you seen Flicka (Felicity Huffman) on Sports Night?") and she told me that apparently the producer of American Pie was one of our classmates, but one who was such a nerd that none of us ever paid the slightest bit of attention to him.

"If I knew he was going to be one of the people running Hollywood, I'd have been nicer to him, but now I can't even go in and pitch him because I can't remember who he was!"

My favourite line of the evening came from Susan, Rita and Julie's other roommate in college (the greatest triumph of random roommate matching ever) who said that she needed to go home.

"Now that you have three month old twins you turn into a pumpkin at 10p?"
"No, my breasts turn into pumpkins!"

The Mojave desert phone booth is on the Today Show right now!

They didn't mention Godfrey or Andria or Chuck or anyone, but they did interview some guy that nobody's ever heard of who has a web page listing pay phone numbers all over the world.

The Today Show. So cutting edge.

By the way, in re my Sixth Sense spoiler yesterday, I have been reminded about a little scene in a closet that makes it impossible. Ah well, it was a cool idea!

Today's horoscope:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. You could be counting into the wee hours of this evening.

One year ago today:
Man, do I love getting bomb-shaped parcels in the mail!

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