My friend was kind enough to hook up tickets to see the show, courtesy of Kristen Wiig.
I had written a bunch of shit, but fucking MT locked me out and I lost my entry despite it's "Autosave" feature.
Basically, I said that we had shit seats, but whatever, and that the studio is very small with the first act sets arranged outermost. These sets are broken down and stowed as the night goes on.
Steve Martin was good. Jason Mraz, on the other hand, should be beaten because he makes bullshit acoustic white reggae and writes songs about loving his friend. And he winks at the audience during his set.
Also, Kristen Wiig rules -- she is super talented and also very sweet and down-to-earth. Thank you again Kristen for hooking us up with the show -- you were very generous to do so and we had a great time.
I had to sit behind these chiefs. As you can see, I had a great view of the floor audience.
Fortunately, there were flatscreens positioned around the audience so you could see the show and the pre-taped material.
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