Simple pleasures.

So Joofy Joof was in town this week for PWC training, and as you may recall I got us tickets to see a taping of Late Night with Conan O'Brien. I took off from work around 3:00 to meet Jeff at the studio. (I was telling my friend Tim, an accountant/slave to overtime, this story on the phone last night... Tim: "How did you get work off?" Me: "I... told them my brother was in town and we were going to see Conan, and they said, 'Have fun.'" Tim: "WHAT?")


After a little waiting around, we got herded into the studio. Jeff and I were on the left side in the front row, directly in front of where Conan would do his monologue. We scoped out the nearest microphone and prepared our most distinguishable shrieks. After some Best Of clips, the warm-up guy came out (who I swear has been a minor character in some shows and/or movies, but I can't think of who he is), and then Conan himself came out to chat with the audience a little. I don't know what that guy does before shows to get all hyped up ("Cocaine," suggested the warm-up guy) but man, it works. Anyway, the show was awesome--seeing Stephen Colbert and Conan O'Brien on stage together was everything I could have hoped for. They did "In The Year 2000" and sang a duet of "Jingle Bell Rock" and did a kick-line with some Rockettes. It was fabulous.

After the show, Jeff treated me to a really nice dinner for my birthday present. We managed to score a walk-in table at Del Frisco's Steakhouse and let me tell you, it's times like those that I wonder why I ever eat anything other than steak. (Oh right, because it's expensive. Also scurvy.) Anyway, it was absolutely delicious. I'm dreaming about it right now. And it proved once again that I am a girl of simple pleasures, getting optimum happiness from television and a steak dinner.