Greatest Weekend EVER Part I

Plenty of things have changed over the last 20+ years. I've lived in 7 different places, grown a little (hey, even the Lollipop Guild had some vertical achievements during childhood), lost close relatives, developed an affinity for mushrooms (no Sandman....not THOSE mushrooms), became, as my brother would say, "follically impaired", and went through more suits at Wyatt and Koss (a store my mom used to take us to purchase suits in nearby Westfield with this elderly fellow who reminds me of a flamboyant Chevy Chase...the OLD Chevy Chase...not the one who used to make us laugh).

It brought new meaning to the name "Dr. Rosenpenis".

One constant has been my passion for Saturday Night Live. I finally attended my first live taping on Sept. 20th. It was unbelievable.

We were instructed to get to NBC's Rockefeller Plaza Studio at 10:15 and ask for a uniformed page. If it was up to me, I would have been there at 10:15 AM but I didn't want to seem like I was stalking the cast....even if I was.

We were told to wait by a roped off area for further instructions. Former Yankees pitcher David Wells walked through the front door (no Babe Ruth cap, but a dark goatee that made me wonder if my friend Dbag's facial hair is actually in style.....nah). I didn't see any other celebrities walk in but I did see some dude rocking the Paul Simon bowtie. Now I have the fashion sense of an 85-year-old great grandfather in Naples, Fla., but even I know that's not in style.

It wasn't until about 10:45 when tickets were finally being issued. Both parties in front of E and me were instructed to go to the elevator and head to the 9th floor. When we got to the front of the line, the woman asked an intern to escort us to the 8th floor. For the first time since I won the prized Faculty Award at Arthur L. Johnson Regional High School, I was a V.I.P.

Well, for the next 2 hours at least.

I asked an usher if we were allowed to take pictures. He laughed and told me absolutely not. So all of my memories of this event would have to be in my mind. And for those who know me, my memory is fading faster than the Cleveland Browns (with apologies to my two Browns readers).

We were taken to a long hallway with which I was familiar. It usually pops up about 2 times each season. The hallway was flanked by signed potraits of former hosts: Chevy Chase, David Schwimmer, Steve Martin, Brittany Murphy, and well....there goes the memory).

The musical guest, King of Leon, had its dressing room was right next to us. Had it been Metallica, I might have been more fired up. Without the nameplate on the door, I would have figured these guys were part of an NBC sponsored Jews for Jesus convention.

I'm sure GE would have embraced that.

The line, which probably had about 30 people in it, started moving and we were standing in front of the main stage.....the place were numerous memorable monologues took place:

• Michael Jordan's memorable discussion of the products he didn't endorse like Michael Jordan Porn or Michael Jordan feminine pads





• Carl Weathers signing about a rainbow in soprano.





• Steve Martin belting out a tune stating, "I'm not going to mail it in tonight"





• Tom Hanks acceptance in the Five Timers Club.





• George Carlin's comedy bit about baseball and football on the inaugural episode....although that was probably in a different studio.





• Chevy Chase, Martin and Martin Short (no I wasn't studdering there) doing the Three Amigos salute

...and many many more.

The usher told us to sit near the end of the 3rd row from the stage. The seats were SO much closer than I anticipated and the atmosphere was electric. The stage is pretty much what I expected but the audience in front of the stage was a little smaller than I thought it would be. There were at least 6 mini stages all around us where the sketches would be performed. I thought there would be 3 at most

I looked in front of me and saw legendary announcer Don Pardo looking over his notes. I gave him a thumbs up, and he strolled over to where we were sitting. The guy IS the voice of NBC. The networks shuttles him in from Arizona every weekend and he still does the intro for each and every show.

Did I mention he is 90 years old? Just to put that in perspective......he could be John McCain's father.

I'm talking ancient.

He looked at us and said, "You guys are going to see a GRRRRRRRREAT show!"

Did he say this EVERY week? Or was this legitamately a "GRRRRRRRRREAT" show? Who gave a crap. It was Don "Friggin" Pardo! He could have told me Rutgers still had a shot for the BCS title game and I would have believed him.

Almost.

I thought of taking my cell phone out and having the "Spanning the World" narrator record a "Happy Birthday" message to unveil in four months but I didn't feel like getting thrown out the 8th floor window by my arse and ruining a potentially great evening.

I think that's what happened to SNL alum Victoria Jackson...or at least her career.

Plus, I did consider the sight of the technological advancement that is the cell phone might have stunned Mr. Pardo to the point he had a heart attack leading to a Pete Rose-like lifetime ban from NBC property. That would have seriously dampered my hopes of getting on Deal or No Deal with my long lost twin Howie Mandel.

Kristen Wiig and Fred Armisen performed an original song on vocals and guitar, respectively, and Jason Sudeikis did a little comedy for the audience.

And then 11:30 came before I knew it.

The show kicked off with a skit about John McCain approving inappropriate and messages and a "Live from New York, It's Saturday Night!" opened the credits. I knew there'd be an audience shot and looked for the camera to get my mug on national tv. Unfortunately, the only thing that made the sets in Northern Montana was the top of my shiny head.

Since the whole SNL actor thing never worked out, maybe I can be the real life Mr. Clean? Maybe after I hit the gym....everyday for the next 5 years.

Cameron Diaz made a cameo and was staring right at me for a good 5 minutes. I know we made eye contact. So what her cue cards were directly in front of me? And they had to put two people from the show directly between the cue cards and me so she didn't have to stare at my face for the final 4 minutes of the Cougars skit?

We had a moment.

E had her moment, too. Host James Franco was prepping for his scene and E started waving to him. He waved back and started laughing with her. I thought if this could get us to the after-party, then let them keep going. That didn't happen.

The show ended and I tried to get a photo of me on the stage one last time but I didn't want to end up like this moron at the Yankees game who got to know the long, painful side of a knight stick.

As we walked out, E told me to move quicker because she wanted to catch up to another celebrity...Kirsten Dunst. She wasn't wearing much makeup and didn't more like a spider than the chick from the Spiderman movies.

We got in the same elevator and I know I felt a connection there. I had a tingly feeling in my leg and knew my last shot of joining the afterparty would finally be successful. Then I realized the guy next to me was standing on my foot.

Overall, it was one exciting night that I wish I could experience every weekend. I did hit the final Yankees game at Yankee Stadium and hope to get pics on here from that in the near future.

On a final note, tickets for the Second Annual Picnic for the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network are on sale! It is Oct. 5th at the Deutscher Club in Clark, NJ from 12-4 p.m.

Click on this link to buy a ticket or make a donation!

Thank you for your support!

-- Bartles & Jaymes

A Dream Come True!

Ever since I was 10 ten years old, I was hooked on Saturday Night Live. It might have been my mom's fascination with the show (thank you, Gilda Radner) or the fact that it was a good excuse to stay up until 1 A.M. on a Saturday night....even as a 5th grader.

When people would ask me what I wanted to do for a living, I told them I was going to be a cast member on the show. Once I interviewed for a desk editor job at a local newspaper. The question was posed to me, "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"

Now, I did consider the appropriate response, "I hope to be the managing editor of this newspaper." but my parents always taught me not to lie. It's like a commandment, right? After all, I don't want Charlie Heston giving me nightmares in my sleep. So, I told the truth:

"I believe I will be a cast member on Saturday Night Live."

I usually got laughs as a response but since laughs were like gold for me, I didn't seem to mind. (needless to say, I didn't get the job.....Thank God!)

I remember the first episode I ever saw with Mark Harmon...Suzanne Vega of "Luka" fame was the musical host. It was the 1986-87 season. There was a sketch artist skit with Kevin Nealon (along with his real hair back then) and Victoria Jackson (yes, that was when she was employed) that we taped and watched with my family over and over again. The premise of the skit was that the artist (Nealon) would draw pictures on paper with a black oil-like substance that got all over his hands. When he grabbed his subject's face to have them turn her head, he left black marks, which he promptly drew into the sketch.

Yeah, it might not sound great on paper, but in my household it was a riot. As a matter of fact, we STILL recite quotes from that show....along with numerous others.

I taped every episode of the show for almost 10 years. TONS and TONS of VHS tapes were all over my parents' house (along with the old movies my father taped.....I think the ratio of SNL tapes to his tapes were 1:320....you could have built the next Tower of Babel with all of them, which can be purchased for a serious discount....just email my mom...also expect to sit through 2 hours of photos and stories behind them)

Many of my comedic idols came from Saturday Night Live.....Dana Carvey, Mike Myers, Phil Hartman, Adam Sandler, Jon Lovitz, Dennis Miller, Terry Sweeney (no, not really)....and I worked hard to immitate them...especially anything that Carvey did (the first George Bush, a Chinese guy, "Choppin' Broccoli" singer, Ross Perot, etc.). Back in 1996, I actually got to meet Carvey and did a 30 second exchange with him in my Perot voice.

It was one of the highlights of my life. (Well, maybe not the part where I had a yellow stream running down my leg...)

Well, another high point arrives September 20th when I get to watch a live taping of Saturday Night Live....hosted by James Franco (the dude from Spiderman) and musical guest Kings of Leon.

Get that defribrillator ready, NBC. I may have a heart attack.

This has been a wait that's crossed through THREE decades. Reagan was president, gas was under a dollar, Miami Heat was considered to be a description of the weather in South Florida and not an NBA team, Rutgers soccer was on the rise, O.J. Simpson was a well-respected former NFL player, and I had a full head of hair.

My, it's been a long time.

While I don't think I will be able to audition for Lorne Michaels in the 1 hour or so before the show and reach the ultimate goal of being ON the show, this is a close second to that.

I'm very fired up.

Some things I have been pondering for the past few days.

• A caller on ESPN radio had the perfect solution to the new GIANTS Stadium naming rights. Could there be anything better than "JetBlue Stadium"? I just wonder what that would do to baggage costs.

• USC is the #1 team in the country. Period.

• Who was the biggest winner in the North Carolina/Rutgers game? Easy. It was Michigan.

• Do you think anyone is ever going to name their kid "Ike" again? I know "Katrina" is off the list. Shouldn't "Adolf" be used at some point?

• I got a ticket for the Metallica concert in February 2009. This is not good for my already failing hearing issues.

Lastly, the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network (formerly Pancan) is holding the Second Annual Picnic for the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network on October 5th at the Deutscher Club in Clark, NJ. The event features a face painter, luncheon, pumpkin painting, music, door prizes, and more! Tickets are $30 each if you purchase them online ($35 at the door). Donations are welcome as well. Please click on this link for more information.

My father passed away from pancreatic cancer 6+ years ago, and I am doing whatever I can to try to prevent myself and others from going through a similar fate. There is no early detection method and the survivor rate is very low.

Please help and make a difference!

Thank you.