The Big Cheesecake

This is my first international post. I'm currently in New York City. I arrived more than a week ago, to perform in the Frigid Festival. Our show, "G-Men Defectives", is doing fairly well. We received a positive review over at nytheatre.com, so be sure to check that out.

My adventures in New York have been pretty awesome. I checked out Times Square about a dozen times. There, I saw a musical called "Avenue Q". Pretty darned skippy. Lots of puppets cussing up a storm. Ray and I also checked out Central Park, walking through some of the paths and checking out the huge bronze statues of literary figures. We also saw the perimeter of the Central Park Zoo (where seals were visable), but we didn't pay to check out the good stuff. I saw the outside of the Met, but was told that since it's Monday, it's closed. Obviously Monday equals closed.

I also checked out the flagship Macy's store, which was pretty boring for me, but I'm sure would have been interesting for someone who enjoyed shopping for clothes and perfume. I visited Midtown comics, where I tried to achieve my dream of meeting Spider-Man, but all I found was a statue. I visited Rockefeller Center(er), but didn't bump into Tina Fey. No Christopher Walken in sight, either.

Having failed to meet my heroes, I was hesitant when it was suggested that we try to get stand-by tickets for "The Colbert Report". Our group, including Ray and my new buddies Brent and Anne, arrived at the Colbert Report building around 2:45PM. We had the first spot in the stand-by line, so we amused ourselves by discussing comics and playing "This One Time" (a new game we invented, where you think of an actor, then shares memories of movies you've been in. The next player shares another memory until you run out of movies). We also talked about Omega Flight, the new Canadian Marvel superteam that contains a very small number of Canadians and, for some reason, Beta Ray Bill. Anyway, the stand-by ticket line became longer as time went on. Eventually we realized that only some of us might get in, so we decided to use my recently-purchased twenty sided die to determine the order of entry. I think I came in second-land, so I may need to give my new die a cleansing. When the time came, we were informed that no stand-by tickets would be given out, but we were thanked for our time. I got a little quiet. Not quite sulky, but quiet.
The next day, Brent and I resolved to get in. We waited in line, again very early and again first in line. Brent decided to forecast our chances with a die-roll, tossing off a natural twenty on Fifty Fourth street. The waiting game began again. We saw the regular ticket-holder line become longer and longer. A group of regular ticket holders from Pennsylvania chatted us up for a while (one wearing a "Bears: Number One Threat to America" t-shirt. They sympathized with our failure yesterday and wished us luck.
But was luck truly on our side...? Find out on my next post.