encounter with a celebrity
There I was, walking to work along Commonwealth Avenue, minding my own business, when who should I see but the one and only Lewis Black. He was in the middle of filming a piece for the Daily Show, right there in front of the steps of the Tsai Center. I’ve had class in that building. And there’s Lewis Black. Stand-up comedian of the year and one of my personal idols. So close I could’ve peed on him, given the right arc. Lewis Freaking Black.
I sat down on the nearby steps with a handful of other starstruck students and watched him gripe about the accomodations in Warren Towers. Once the camera was off, several people pulled out disposable cameras and got their picture taken, or just an autograph. Possessing neither paper nor a camera, I had to settle for saying, “You are a god in my household,” and shaking his hand. I shook his hand. Lewis Black’s hand. I’m writing about it here because, again, I have no other means of permanently documenting the encounter, and who knows, maybe one day old age or thieving gypsies will rob me of this memory.
Dazed from meeting The Lewis, I went to work. Once Lauren got in to the office she said, “Hey Jon, I’ve got a question for you. Are you busy after work tomorrow?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Wanna go see the Daily Show then?”
Apparently, Lauren gets to let a few guests ride on her ticket. God bless her. God bless her and her children. Nothing short of a disaster will stop me from seeing tomorrow’s taping.
Best. Day. Ever. Lewis. Black.
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