SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE:
it’s that thing of when you’ve been fascinated by and in awe of the show ever since you were old enough to know what it was, and then your manfriend wins tickets to the 35th season finale, hosted by (now) 15-timer alec baldwin, and then you’re waiting in line in the lobby of 30 rock with your tickets, and a girl with a clipboard calls you out of the line for an undisclosed reason, and then you find yourself in the lower level hallway of studio 8h, surrounded by photos of all the past hosts, and tom petty’s heartbreakers are hanging around playing guitar and eating cookies, and crew members are wheeling set pieces with labels like “cold open” past you, and then you’re told to proceed forward under the upperdeck, toward the main stage, where the snl band is playing, and you’re seated in the second row on the floor, and then lorne michaels is standing within arm’s length of you, having a moment, smiling to himself before the craziness commences, and then 92 yr old don pardo comes onto the stage to introduce some cast members to warm up, and then you start to hear the countdown to the show and everyone’s scrambling around but unfazed because to them this is normal, and then live, from new york, it’s saturday night. yeah, it’s that common thing.
1 year ago