I Would Never

Went into Times Square on Saturday to see a Cinematic Titanic show the BBFN got tickets to.  It's an offshoot of MST3K, just like the RiffTrax .

At the Nokia Theatre, we showed up at 7 pm.  Just going up to the box office window did I learn that the show actually started at 8:30.  People were waiting on line and that line stretched around the block.  Here's the thing, assigned seating.  No need to wait on line if you have a ticket but the people working the sidewalk didn't want anyone to know.

A line "bouncer" told me to get at the end of the line.  I retorted, "Save it, Buddy.  I know the deal."  He shut up.  They just wanted to control the crowd and get them in at 7:30 so their bars and snack shops would profit for a good hour.  Everyone's a hustler.  Remember that.

We walked a few blocks to an Irish pub and had light meals.  When we arrived back at the theatre, the lines were gone and we just waltzed right in.

Truth is, I've never done lines.  I figured out early if you just try to walk in like you belong there, 8 out of 10 times, you go unchallenged.  It always helped having the blond hair and a killer rack but it's really all about attitude.  Also, never just accept what you've been told at these clubs and venues.  Go to the front of the line and speak to the person at the door.  I can't tell you how many times I would go to the front of the line at a hot club and claim I was on the guest list.  Usually that person liked me and gave me a pass to go right in for free.

Here's another tip to meeting the performers at the show you've gone to see:

Right before the show begins, go to the doorman and politely ask where you can go smoke.  Most likely (in NYC) that performer is having a cig b/they hit the stage.  It happened at the show the other night and it happened at The Comedy Cellar w/the headlining comedian.  Problem is I ignored him when he greeted me 'cause I had just smoked some kick ass chronic earlier and was worrying how I was gonna make it up the stairs to the street in four inch heels.



(While smoking in that breezeway next to the Nokia Theatre, there was The Lion King's face all over the place.  I couldn't help but think he looks quite feral)

I did not forget my beloved Brangeloonies!  You know how I love them.  Care more about them than Brangelina themselves.  So as I was heading from Times Square to Penn Station, I caught this from one of the sidewalk vendors.  Those vendors know all about the Brangeloonies and they were immigrants from Korea!



Yes, that is the top of Jennifer Aniston's head under Angie and the best part of it is it was a cartoon and covered up by yet another smaller drawing of Angie.