On Jimmy Fallon two nights ago...

ME. I've been hesitant to talk about going to Jimmy Fallon because I wasn't sure whether or not I would look retarded ...... or, if I even got any screen time. I did. Look closely!

About a month ago, I decided to call 30 Rock and talk to a page who could set me up with tickets to Jimmy Fallon. I booked a date, received a confirmation and didn't think about it. Then, I moved to DC and realized that this weekend was coming up. Originally, I was going to go with my cousin, but she was busy, so I asked my friend Kat to go with me. Kat has cats :) I just thought I would say this for no reason than the fact that I think they are beautiful. She also has a beautiful boyfriend, so no worries, I did not ask a cat lady to go with me to see Jimmy Fallon.

Side note aside, the confirmation print out that the show sent me told me to arrive no later than 4:15 at 30 Rock the day of the showing. We arrived at 30 Rock at 4, only to be told that we had to wait until exactly 4:15 to get into another line. We were excited because we thought that we would be able to be seated at 4:15. We arrived at 4:15, a mere 15 mins later to the original time that we had first arrived only to wait in line according to alphabetical order. We turned over our green cards and saw a big W, W is on ahead of XYZ in a line of 26.

So, we were already behind, then we saw a line even behind us, sectioned off... full of really excited people. Kat and I were kind of excited, but kept looking backward to look at the people behind us, who couldn't stop smiling and nudging each other. We wanted to be those people. A cute page walks by and I give him a hard eye. We didn't know what he was picking people out of the line for, but we wanted in. My visual ministrations work, he pulls Kat and I out of the line and offers us a seat on the bandbench. People on the band bench stand behind the band while they perform and cheer like maniacs. I went to UGA, I know how to cheer like a maniac so I agreed readily. Guaranteed screen time? DONE.

So we wait, we sit down, Clive Owen shows up. Disappointingly, I hate to announce to you, my friends, that he did not catch my eye from the stage and eyefuck the shit out of me. Sadly, I report to you, still a virgin of Clive Owen glory.

The band comes on, we look on and climb on these bleachers, standing in the front row. This sounds like a good idea, until I realize, we're in the front row.

This is Living Colour and in the right corner, I'm standing there with my black body suit with Kat. We're stuck in the same place with no knowledge of who Living Colour is, to this point, I still admittedly do not know.

NOW, I DO. If you care, click back there.

Things I learned: Screaming and cheering for more than 20seconds at a time is hard. I have never heard of Living Colour. I like Jimmy Fallon, but he is lame and Clive Owen is not just British hot, but smoldering sex in a well tailored black suit.