(from October 7th)
So, I have been, off and on, trying to get tickets to Letterman for years now, and the recent announcement of him retiring at the end of this year has kicked it into high gear. It's kind of my non-existent bucket list, ya see. But I filled out the online ticket request a handful (27) of times and requested almost every date between then and the end. And lo and behold, I got a call. I was stoked. We had to decide what night to go right then and there, next week, Tuesday or Wednesday, maybe Thursday. I made a best guess. Didn't matter. We were going.
Fast forward to the day of the show and the hoops and hurdles they make you jump thru just to get a place in line, we were stoked. Until they ushered us upstairs into the dreaded balcony and sat us behind a humongous light set where all we could see was the main stage where Dave does his monologues and Robert Downey Jr's feet. He did have cool shoes on however.
By the end of the whole debacle, we realized we had a decent time, Lucky Leaf was hilarious, Lizzo was darling, and it was still infinitely more interesting than having it on in the background at home while we brush our teeth and undoubtedly turn off the TV before the top ten list.
We headed over to Cosi for a celebratory flatbread turkey/brie sandwich. We ate outside the shop and debated walking around a bit or calling it a night and returning to the children. While we weighed the consequences of hobbling around the streets versus battling rush hour traffic I spotted cue card guy Tony from the Late Show and yelled some benign comment like "Good show tonight!". After a brief discussion on which takes they should use and how terrible our seats were Tony took it upon himself to rescue the night and give us a personal backstage tour of the theater himself.
Uhhh, okay.
From the stage
Chatting with Tony
I'm Dave
She's Dave
Ever wonder what it looks like behind Dave's desk?
Another show personality
Showing us the detail in the set
Laura looking where so many celebs before her have
What a silly ending to a stupid night.
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