So, because we LOVE Jimmy, and we've watched it all the way along, and because we reckon being in the audience for a TV show is prettay prettay cool, we decide to try for standby tickets.
So we got up super early and hot footed it down to 30 Rock, and the NBC Studios. We stood in a queue for a bit, and we were given standby tickets 67 and 68. Now, there are only about 140 seats, including all of the pre-booked + VIPs. So at this point we're thinking the chances of them letting in 69 standbys (thus including us) are VERY SLIM. Anyway, they tell us to come back at 4.15, and they'll be able to tell us then.
So we went about our day. Went to a really cool diner, sat in a booth, drank some coffee, pottered around, looked at the beautiful buildings, chilled out. Then, at 4ish, we meandered back to NBC.
We have to go upstairs to the cafe. They check us in, and tell us to meet downstairs outside a luggage shop.
We trek back downstairs, find the luggage shop, and lurk outside. There are masses of other people. A very small woman (literally 4ft) who works for NBC starts yelling at everyone to line up against the wall, in order of ticket number. She's not mean, but she's surprisingly loud for such a tiny person.
We stand in this line for ages, and then eventually another NBC man comes along. He's the same man who gave us our standby tickets. He explains he's going to take some of us, but not the rest.
Even the ones he takes will NOT all get through.
We are VERY TENSE.
He calls out
"Numbers 1 through 86, come with me"
AARRRGGHHHH. THERE ARE CHEERS. WE ARE INCLUDED, and thus a step closer.
He leads us up into the realms of the studios, where the employees work. We are lined up again, this time in strict numerical order. And we are very very close to the back. We stand, and wait. And wait. And wait.
He eventually returns, and calls out
"Ok, those of you definitely seeing Jimmy Fallon today are, numbers 1 through 59"
The front half of the line are cheering. We are dejected. He tells us that the front half will get their tickets and wristbands.
We think that's it, and prepare to leave. But he then turns to OUR half of the queue, and tells us that all is not lost. Once they've seated everyone they might have a few more seats, so if we stick around we might still be able to get in.
Ok, so Tim and I are now planning on coming back on Monday and trying to get in to the filming before our flight. Until they tell us that this is Jimmy's last show for TWO WEEKS, as he is preparing to host the Emmy's. It's literally now or never. So we stick it out.
We wait for what seems like forever, until someone comes back and leads us back down to another corridor. We wait.
There are six people in front of us now, but it seems completely unlikely that we will get in. A man comes back, he's holding wristbands, looks like FOUR wristbands, he starts counting people, he counts past us, the first twelve, WE ARE IN, THE FIRST TWELVE IN THE LINE ARE IN. YES. AAAAHHHAGSGAGSHFFHAGA.
Tim and I, inexplicably, are the last ones in to take our seats - some hold up at the metal detector. We take the lift with the production team. And we take our seats. The show is BRILLIANT, and includes all our favourite bits. We were both shown on NBC
and Tim even got to HIGH FIVE Jimmy at the end.
Completely awesome, and literally could NOT believe our luck!
We left the studio buzzing, went to the NBC shop and bought ourselves some celebratory T Shirts, and then had a little quick supper.
We then went to a brilliant bar, just down from our hotel, and drank red wine and cocktails late into the night, and finished up with more cocktails at our rooftop bar. Night ended about 3am.
Good Times! Whhoooo hoo!
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