It was a pretty cool thing to see Conan O'Brien live in Atlanta.
I remember watching him late at night in high school, laughing my ASS off, while my parents would scream from the other room, "What the hell are you watching?" They wanted to know so they could watch and laugh, too.
It didn't hit me until I watched the 60 Minutes interview he did.. I realized just how human and normal he really was. Yea, he's in show business, and yea he's on TV, but he really got crushed during the "late night fiasco" -- and it was tough to see someone always so positive, and upbeat - talk about being bruised and battered by the whole thing. I'm pretty sure I cried.
He had moved his family, moved his whole life across the nation for the thing he worked, perhaps his entire adult life for.
I admire how genuine he is. Seeing him live really hit that home.
He's someone that people have paid millions of dollars to see - and yet he remains so grounded.
He's seemed so thankful to have so many people come out to see him be silly. He honstly seemed humbled.
Of course, I had to sit next to the guy who screamed something random when it got quiet, so he'd be noticed by the folks on stage.
Yeah, that guy. He was damn sweaty, too.
I so adored the Conan-isms, of course: The string dance, the Walker Texas Ranger bit, the "Huhhhhhhhhhh?!?!, the stare face, the self-depricating humor, the goofy-big-red hair... but it was the five minutes when he got serious, that made me an even bigger fan.
I was happy to spend a good portion of my tax refund on him. I wouldn't do that for just anyone.
So, the next page in the Conan chapter turns. I cannot wait to watch the first night of his new show.
I'm sure I'll get chills when his name is announced (probably by Andy) for the first time on TBS, and he makes his Conan-like-entrance.
Isn't it amazing just how attached we get to celebrities?
Although, I hate to put Conan in that catagory. Because there are celebrities, and then there's Conan.
What a fun guy to work for, I bet. That'd be the gig.
I was listening to one of my favorite Cosmo radio shows on the way home tonight, and people were calling in to talk about their fears.
Some of the funnier calls: round haystacks, manholes, animatronics, putting their hand inside of a bread bag, sasquatch, sleeping bags, things with more than four legs and less than two (?), crickets, and finally... vomiting!
I think that's my fear! I realized tonight that I haven't puked in the entire time I've dated JM. What? That's three and a half years, people!
And why is that? I live my life to avoid BARFING. I hate hate hate it. I used to cry everytime I puked.
Tonight I was not feeling well at work. At all. I was battling a three day long migraine, and it turned into nauseau.. and whatever else..
When I thought I might puke.. I got real scared. I started to get the pre-puke sweats and.. oh my God, this might actually happen.
Swallow... burp.. drink water.. eat saltine. Okay, maybe I can hold it back.
Since JM and I moved here, we've both had the same days off, Monday and Tuesday.
I don't take for granted how lucky we were to both land jobs in the same business, in the same market, at the same time. Not to mention - having the same days off. We have people (in the business) tell us how lucky we are all the time. We were very lucky.
But soon, those days of hand-holding downtown strolling may be nearing an end.
JM has taken a M-F schedule for the summer months, and I am still on my W-Su shift. This would be fine in about three months when our schedules would once again realign, however, now possible news of a shift change for me! (Nothing concrete, yet)
This whole time I've been working weekends, I have felt as if I were missing out. Family events, festivals, things happening on the WEEKEND.
When I took the job, It was the first time in six years I've had to go to work on a Saturday or Sunday. The first time in six months I don't look forward to Friday as everyone else does.
My TGIF comes on a Sunday night.
But, now as having weekends off becomes a semi-reality in the future, I'm actually not looking forward to it.
What am I gonna do all by myself?
What's the point of having a boyfriend if you can't have days off together?
Okay, that's a bit extreme, but STILL.
Jimmy's logical explaination: That's what you get new jobs for, to work your way up. So maybe since he's also the low man on the totem pole, he'll work his ways up as well?