Close Encounters of the Jon Kind
Name: Shelly C.
March 9, 2002
When I found out Jon was
going to host SNL I was ecstatic. I live in NYC, so I attempted to contact all
of my entertainment friends to get me a ticket. Sadly, and this is straight
from a high authority, it was the most popular and requested show of SNL ever.
So I had no choice, since
I had to go, I stood in midtown Manhattan for three hours and waited
just to get a number that wouldn't even guarantee me getting in. But I had to
get in -- this was JON!!! Thankfully, most of the crazy people in front of me
who had camped out all night (and some all day) requested tickets to the dress
rehearsal. When they got to me and asked which I wanted a ticket for, I paused,
thinking, dress rehearsal equals more Jon, but no, I will go with the live show.
This was a wise move, seeing as how I would not have gotten in otherwise. So
when I arrived on Saturday night (with Jon's book and a fancy pen, just in case)
I feared the worst. All of the ticket holders were let in, and the standby people
were told that they would bring some of us through the metal detector, but this
meant nothing, and we wouldn't know until 11:15 what was going to happen. They
took the first 20 through, I was 13 and my friend was 14 (she, for some reason,
is not as crazy about Jon as I am, but came with me for moral support). She
said if only I got in, it was fine, and as much as I love my friend, ain't no
way I am missing this, screw her.
It was 11:07, they let 5
people up. 11:11, 5 people up. I am not getting in, there is no way. 11:15 one
person up. So it was number 12, me, and my friend. I just needed three more.
It was 11:20, nothing. 11:24, nothing. The show starts at 11:30, I am dying
inside. Isn't it bad enough that on the way to the studio I felt like I was
going to perform?! 11:26, "Send up the last three, then that's it." Oh ... oh
... I had the biggest smile on my face, oh JON, I am coming! Thus, at 11:28
I was let into Studio 8H to see the great and powerful Jon Stewart. And regardless
of what anyone has to say about the quality of the skits, Jon was fantastic,
and clearly the best host I have ever seen.
When the show was over,
I sheepishly asked one of the security people if Jon would sign autographs,
and he said sure. He told us to wait on 49th Street (where all the other people
come out). I figured, okay. However, and I realize this may sound scary, when
I arrived earlier that night, I walked around the building to check out the
other side and saw many limos (though I realize Jon might not use a limo for
this performance). But all the cast goes to an after-party, so I thought, who
knows. But after reading a lot of the stories of people seeing Jon, I figured
he would sneak out the back, but I gave it a shot. I stood with the hundreds
of screaming fans waiting outside, holding Jon's book and my cool pen. Everyone
came out, but I kept thinking, where is Jon? Lorne Michaels came out. Chris
Kattan. Then it happened. "Everyone has gone, clear out," the security guard
said. No! Where's Jon? My sweet Jon!!!
After taking a moment (well,
an hour), I decided I got to see SNL with Jon Stewart and just made it by the
skin of my teeth, I have interacted with him as an audience member at TDS, and
that is just about as much as one person can ask for (save for him marrying
me, and I am a little late for that).
There wasn't much audience
interaction with Jon during the taping because he had to keep running on and
off the set. The reason the audience was laughing so had when the show first
started was that Darrell Hammond was cracking jokes right before they went live,
and at one point reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and
said something like, "Thank God for these babies." Also, they kept those fabulous
pictures of Jon up during the commercial breaks, so it was like Jon was still
there. But you know how exceptionally adorable he is. I am still kind
of weirded out by his quick get-a-ways after performances. But I guess I can
understand not wanting to be attacked by fans and such. It would be nice if
he wasn't so elusive, though.
Compiled by Melly.