Mom and I were leaving the NBC gift shop when a woman approached us. “Would you like to see Seth Meyers?” she asked.
“Um, what?” I said, very eloquently.
“We need people to participate in his monologue rehearsal. It’s just forty people or so. You’ll meet the writing staff and Seth Meyers – it’s very intimate. I have three spots left.”
“Is it free?” Mom asked, very practically.
“Yes! You can show up or not, it’s totally up to you.”
Mom and I exchanged a look. Her eyes seemed to say, please choose, I don’t know enough about what is going on. I answered the NBC worker, “Sure. Thanks.”
As we walked away, Mom asked, “Who is Seth Meyers?” Continue reading