Friday, May 11, 2018

Wait Wait... Woo Hoo!

I had tickets for the December 7 taping of "Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!"

Dad was moved into the nursing home on December 6.

We needed laughter then but, clearly, it wasn't the right time to go.

So, last night was the night. A lot has changed in five months. Mom was my date.

It was really fun and slightly surreal. I've listened to the show for a couple of years – I'm very late to the "Wait Wait..." party; I knew of it but I wasn't a listener – but watching it is a little strange. In a very good way. Listening to it tomorrow may be stranger. We shall see.

I've always marveled at Bill's talent for reading copy. Dude is Mr. One Take almost 100 percent of the time. Peter, likewise, is no slouch. Before the show started, he told us that they'd have to do some pickups at the end of show, lines that were flubbed that needed another take for the final edit of the broadcast. He said they'd gotten the process down to a science and that it would take about three minutes.

It may have taken less than that. But I love those moments, those reminders that things that appear seamless are rarely so.

Donna, his wife – I love that she and Bill are now husband and wife! – sat with us. I had dropped off cookies at Bill's office on the way to the taping, leaving them on his assistant's desk. Donna mentioned that they had cookies for dinner.

The best moment was Bill's impersonation of Melania Trump – lips pursed, eyes squinted, his version of her Slovenian accent: "Be ... best." Bill has a law degree and a fabled career in broadcasting and he looks very worldly and wise but, truly, the man has a goofy streak that makes him all the more awesome.

After the show, Peter had the crew bring up the house lights. Bill waved at me. I waved back. He's so adorable. I love him to pieces.

After the show, Mom and I followed Donna onstage to say hi to him. He thanked me for the cookies. "I've had one bag already!" he said in that perfect sonorous voice.

"They're not all for you!" I said, chuckling.

His bag contained a dozen oatmeal raisin cookies. He loves my oatmeal raisin cookies and I love that he loves my oatmeal raisin cookies but I'm dubious than anyone can eat 12 in one brief sitting. I packaged them three to a bundle. Perhaps he meant a bundle.

Or perhaps he meant a bag.

I hope his assistant gets the cookies I left for her!

Then again, I can always bake more.

Bill had to get backstage before doing the meet-and-greet after the show. "Go meet your adoring public!" I said.

Donna thanked me again. I told her that I'm always happy to bake for them, to just let me know.

I love baking to make others happy.

So simple. So fulfilling.

If you can get tickets to a taping, go.

We all need more fun in our lives.


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