This post is not a plug for John Oliver (that bum’s show is impossible to get into, forget him… John, if you’re reading this, I didn’t mean that. Give me tickets.). This is an apology for taking a week to talk about last weekend. But luckily for you (my two loyal readers–Hi Mom and Dad!), I am squeezing in time to write this weekend in between watching the premier of Saturday Night Live tonight and doing abso-freaking-lutely nothing. It is safe to say that last weekend was probably the most exciting and action-packed one I will have for months (I don’t get out much).
Friday night was The President’s Ball, which is a fancy alternative name for Homecoming Dance (Barack wasn’t even there, they lied to me!). I went with my roommate. It was at our other campus, which has BOYS and SPORTS so I couldn’t wait to get there (all sports are on the other campus, and seemingly most of the boys are as well, just FYI). I donned one of the three dresses I brought to college with me (I should have worn them all, that would have been memorable), did my hair, and attempted to do my makeup (I don’t understand makeup and I am bad at using it. I wish I was good, though, because mine is a face that probably needs it).
The subject appears to be feigning an air of surprise (trying to make candid selfies a thing?), but just look at that smug smile and those cold, emotionless eyes that beg “Love me”.
The Ball was really fun! We danced for hours, and although I did not make any new friends, it was nice to at least see what boys my age looked like, because I was starting to forget. Kidding. Sort of.
It was a great time. After about two and a half hours there, I went with a group to explore a bit of the area outside of the gates, and I am happy and shocked to say that I made it through the Bronx alive. Also, it was pouring down rain, so maybe the fact that I looked like a drowned rat (as Cinderella’s chariot turned back into a pumpkin at midnight, my face and hair returned to it’s original slovenly homeless-esque state) helped scare people off. Our group made our way home on the Subway (after slight confusion and getting on the wrong train, we figured it out) and rallied from four and a half hours of sleep to get in line for the Global Citizen Festival on Saturday. My roommate had extra tickets and was kind enough to invite me. We were on our feet from about 9:30 AM to 10:30 PM, but it was worth it, because we had an awesome time. I got to see: Major Lazer, Cat Stevens, Chris Martin, Usher, Ellie Goulding, Yandel, Metallica, Kendrick Lamar (THE BEST OF THEM ALL), and Rihanna. Bill Nye the science guy even made an appearance, so I guess you could say that all of my dreams came true. I can count the number of concerts I’ve attended before this on one hand (Taylor Swift, Night Riots, Def Leppard, and Fitz and the Tantrums–quite the range) so this was truly a special experience!!
Afterwards, I had an incredible adventure. I say incredible ironically, though, because after the Festival, my phone died, and I got separated from the rest of my group in the midst of the crowd. I figured it’d be easier to just meet them at the dorm then to try and fight the crowd to find them, so I ventured off with some pep in my step, still humming some Rihanna as I basked in post-concert euphoria. However, I soon snapped out of my reverie, as I apparently made a wrong turn out of the concert and ended up on 85th East (I live on the West side). I ended up asking a buffed and tatted cop who looked like he could kill me for directions. So I went a walking along and things began looking familiar, but I realized I was still kind of far, so I thought I’d take a shortcut…through Central Park…at night…alone. I thought that there’d be tons of other concert-goers, but where I was going it was actually disturbingly empty. I got pretty creeped out and exited after a little while, but somehow ended up back on the East Side (the city is a grid, how do I manage to get so lost??). So, tired and with my tail between my legs, I flapped my hand about weakly in a sorry attempt to hail a cab (people don’t bother me in NYC because I look like one of the crazy people that everyone is trying to avoid). Eventually I did end up hailing one and returned safe and sound back to school. What should have been a twenty minute walk back took me about an hour, but I made it, and that’s a win in my book (I like to set the bar low).
Finally, Monday night I took my roommate to see the live taping of the Late Show with Stephen Colbert. The first week of school we were emailed about the opportunity and I pounced on it (plus, they’re FREE!!) and got two General Admission tickets! We walked to the Ed Sullivan Theatre (British spelling because I’m so sophisticated) around 7, an hour before they’d start letting people in. We got in line and there were only about 30 people ahead of us. The wait flew by and we were soon stamped with Colbert’s face and were given a number that turned out to be irrelevant (they just kind of sat us wherever was available) before sending us to go wait in a nearby bar (I ordered a Shirley Temple, like the naughty little minx I am), where they’d pick us up after checking everyone in.
After they got us, we were placed in the last row on the first level, which turned out to be great seats, since we could see the whole stage and weren’t blocked by cameras when the show started. Since it was the night of the first Presidential debate, they had it playing on monitors for the entire audience to see. It was so much fun to watch it with a big crowd. It was entertaining, but also slightly scary because this is apparently real life and actually happening, but I don’t want to get too controversial on here (we’ll save that for November(: ). Soon after the debate/circus ended, a hilarious hype man came out (Paul Mercurio, look him up) and warmed up the crowd.
Then the man, the myth, the legend, THE Stephen Colbert (I should’ve been the hype man!) came out on the stage! This was before the show even actually started. He did a Q and A with what time he had before he had to go on air for the Late Show’s first live show in a month, and then we were off. The night flew by and it was an overall incredible experience. I now really want to get to intern for that show. I hope they still take me even though I may have bombed my French test yesterday (mon Dieu, pardonnez moi!). 🙂 Have a great weekend, everyone.
P.S. I did not know where to put this picture, nor do I have any context to explain it, but I just believe that it needed to be shared: