Letterman

If you live in New York - and you're me - you regularly have this conversation with friends:

"We should go to Letterman/Conan/The Daily Show/Colbert/The View/SNL"
"Yeah"
"How do you get tickets?"
"I don't know. But we should go."
"Yeah."

Well, today I went. And the theatre is smaller IRL, and it takes an army of 20-year-old interns to process the crowd, and Rupert G is wonderfully boring IRL, and the bass player was exceptionally twitchingly coked out and messed around with his blackberry throughout Robert Downey Jr's entire interview, and the coolest part was when they were setting up the stage for Alicia Keys' performance and all the backdrops were raised and you got a peek into the Late Show garage: plain pine shelves with a hundred forgotten props, an office chair, a tricyle, a wheelbarrow...