Screw You, Jon Stewart
So, we tried to go to a taping of the Daily Show the other day. My man had "secured" tickets via the World Wide Interweb. These were confirmed tickets, mind you, so we didn't mind waiting outside in 20 degree weather for a few minutes because we knew our tickets were confirmed. Oh wait, they weren't.
Instead, we were treated to two fisty producers who couldn't confirm if our confirmed tickets would get us in. But we were welcome to wait outside for an hour (in 20 degree weather, did I mention that?) to see if we were the privledged few that would get to see the moderately amusing show. I guess it was too much to ask the brilliant Daily Show producers to dole out tickets ahead of time.
Obviously, there was only one clear choice.
We extended the middle finger to said "pro/reducers", and The Daily Show, and headed quicklike to the nearest bar, called House of Brews. Which, by the way is a reasonable oasis if you're stuck up by 51st and 8th.
Thanks for nothing, Jon. Dick.