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So guess what….after years and years of loving Late Night with Conan O’Brien (and the republic of silliness for which it stands) I finally got to see him…LiVe! Well it was taped at 5:30 but still.  

I can count on 3 fingers the celebrities I have ever wanted to run into…

1)Liza Minnelli (check!)—she was wearing a skull n cross bones t-shirts black leggings fake lashes and a lot of love as I walked by her and waited 30 seconds before she passed to say ‘I love you Lizaaaa!’ like a crazed woman and she responded ‘well…tHaNk YOuuUa!’ (her ‘you’ definitely had more vowels in it than a regular you).

2)Dali Lama…well not yet but maybe in Williamsburg?

3)Sheryl Crow….psyche! Conan Christopher O’Brien, of course!

Why, praytell? His SMARTS (i sound like im from 1933) and his SILLIES. You know, the kind that’s based on a person slipping on a banana peel rather than the ‘my life sux’ variety? As budding midwestern children my brother and I grew up on a televisionary diet of  3 stooges, bugs bunny, Mr. Ed and Pee Wee’s Playhouse (duh). I didn’t get ‘hep’ to Conan until I was celebrating New Years–1996-style maybe?–and the he was featuring the “The Central Time Zone Countdown” complete with frollicking cows and stalks of grain dancing through confetti after the ball dropped. Finally! Someone who understood! And that was all I needed to become a bonafied Potatoes O’Brien fan.

Because I generally work nights and well, don’t have a TV…I didn’t get to watch him at his actual time. But thanks to the wonders of the WORLD WIDE WEB (two thumbs up) and video playbacks on NBC I can watch him with my morning cafe au-lait and soggy gluten-free cereal and start the day right.

One of these fine mornings Conan mentioned how he was raffling off some tickets for his last week of shows at ‘conangobyebye.com.’ Never one to turn down a raffle–50/50 anyone?–I sent a quick email to the address and lo and behold…2 weeks later…what to my wondering (wandering?) eyes should appear but….

‘RESERVATION RESERVED! RESERVATION RESERVED! Reservation Reserved! reservation reserved!….'(fade out).

YESSSSSSS!!!! I won! I couldn’t believe it!!! 2 tix for the last week he would be in New York!  I was bursting with fruit flavor. And before I knew it I was at 30 Rocka-fella….

And they sat my beaux and I in the frontROW (didja catch that rhyme?) and I wore a heineken t-shirt turned inside out that read ‘Cuckoo 4 CoNaN’ on it really sloppy-like in black sharpee and Max and his Weinbergs were there and I waved at everyone (the warm-up guy, the Boom mike holder, some guy who came out of the bathroom, etc.) and Carrie Fisher came to save the masturbating bear from being frozen in carbonite and some dude from SNL was on and they showed old clips and I freaked out and  my laughter frightened those around me and well…it was the best.

Getting the opportunity to see it live in it’s last week?!…Amazing!!!! I am one lucky duckling and I don’t take it for granted brotha…sista.

It was a glimmer of hope in these ‘hard times’…haha.

Excited about life!!!

Crazy dreamssss!

So for some reason I have been waking up lately either talking, screaming or laughing out loud….it’s a new fun trait I’ve developed!

I have been known to wake up saying…..

‘We don’t have the reservation for that.’

Or

‘ajaaaajajajmuahjj’

Mostly the latter….

And then there is the occasional night terror. Whaaaaat?! I never remember what happens in these screaming dreams where I wake up sounding like a sea lion in heat (I just imagine it sounds something like this…’eeeeeeaaaaaahhheeaaahhh!’…right?).

But two nights ago I woke up laughing at THE BEST DREAM EVAAAA!

hahaha

So it starts out with my boyfriend hopping on a beach cruiser  wearing flipflops, an unbuttoned hawiian shirts and those long shorts–jams! He’s holding a bunch of bananas and New York is suddenly the Caribbean! Digggg it! IRie IRie! He’s headed to an audition (that part is true). In the meantime I am walking through a hallway with Holli–an old classmate from high school that I haven’t seen in 6 yrs and we pass my barback Ramfis’s empanada stand. He is on a megaphone telling us a story but we are so bored that we just steal an empanada and run! Then my brother Leif is following us and we get to one of those moving walkways…you know the ones in airports? Except this one is supershort–like two carlengths long–and lightning speeeeeed! So Holli gets on gets to the end and catapults off when she hits the end—whaaaammyyyy! She ends up hitting a dented washer and dryer. Then a friar comes out complete with that robe and that circle of hair with a huge bald spot in the middle. He says ‘oooh! watch it there!’ Then I go across and hit the washer and dryer, then Leif and then we see a silver top old granny coming to the walkway. We know we can warn her…we know we SHOULD warn her…but we pretend we don’t have enough time and—-whooooooosh! She FLIES!!!!! hahahaha. And it’s the funniest thing I ever ever ever ever ever have i ever seen! EVER! And that includes the boyscout that my brother and I saw tripping down a hill by the Washington monument in D.C.  So you KNOW it must have been funny. I laughed for 15 minutes after I woke up….hahahahahollollyoxenfreeeeeeee!

Peace brothers and sistas.

LL’s mcginty OUT!