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Saturday, November 22, 2003

The High Priestess gets her motor running...

Well, now that Averie has thoroughly completed contractural agreements with the Ellen show, has updated all the important people who have been waiting to know what was going on, and I've given my hugs and kudos for her brilliantness...I think it's time to talk about ME! Yay Me!

We had the pleasure of being "escorted" most of the time during our nearly 4 weeks at Studio 11 by two really great people that deserve mention. Dave Madden (whom we called "Tall Dave") and Ellen Shapiro (whom we called "Intern Ellen"). Ellen took care of every little thing for us, did everything possible to make our waiting game as comfortable as she could, and provided some bit of comic relief when necessary. She was an incredible person with a heart of gold and she always ended her sentences with, "just let me know if there's anything at all I can do for you." And she always meant it. Dave was more quiet. Sometimes he mumbled and you didn't always know what he was saying (which often made me think that he was somehow making fun of us in his own little way. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism for making himself feel better about having to "babysit" us all day long). He was quite self-effacing, and didn't talk about himself too much, but I always seemed to be able to get more out of him. Tall and gangly, he would often blush if you paid him a compliment. Seems he came from The Tonight Show over to Ellen because the opportunities were greater for him to really branch out into his true, highly specialized field of choice; music talent production.

For the most part, though the waiting would drag into hours and hours, we would be given a dressing room that had a small refrigerator filled with beverages and a basket full of snacks. Some days they would bring in sandwiches, other days, they would escort us to the NBC commissary. Last Thursday, which was our last day there, Dave took us over to the commissary to get a bite to eat, and I think more than anything, to get us out of that tiny little dressing room for a while. Turns out, Jay Leno was having a show honoring the firemen who helped fight the recent California wildfires, so the entire audience (300+) were all firemen. Very cool. The commissary is adjacent to the Tonight Show studio, so we could see there was a lot going on over there, more commotion even than when Britney Spears was there last week.

It was pretty quiet in the commissary. We got something to eat, the show picked up the tab, and we went and found a table to sit and watch the show while we enjoyed our food. The girls, Averie, Vanessa, and Caris, sat at one table and watched "Passions" until Ellen came on at 3, and I sat at another table with Dave and we chatted. In the hour we sat there, a few famous local faces came through; Fritz Coleman, the Channel 4 Meteorologist, Maureen from the "Starting Over" house in Chicago. But then, after about a half hour of us sitting in there (during which time we watched Vanessa's date with Jeff and I started to really get the feeling from the way that film clip was edited together that she was going to win) a young guy about 28ish walked in followed closely by a camera crew. They weren't filming, they were just carrying their cameras. They put the cameras down at a nearby table and walked into the cafeteria area for some food. I felt right away that I knew the young guy they followed in, but I couldn't quite place him....That is until I saw the logo on his red t shirt. "O C C". And then it hit me like a tricked out Harley D. No, he wasn't from Orange Coast College. He was Paul Teutle Jr (Pauly) from Orange County Choppers, in Rock Tavern, New York. No sooner did the realization come to me, then Paul Sr walked in! OH MY GOD! I LOVE them! I'm a freaked out "American Chopper", "Monster Garage", and "Monster House" fan. The only thing that could have been better was if Jesse James of West Coast Choppers walked in too. But I might have died. Seems they were there with their now famous FDNY Memorial Chopper and they brought a custom bike that they made for Jay Leno. I was mezmerized.

Tall Dave, who was sitting at the table with me, looked inquisitively at me when I mumbled under my breath "Oh my God, it's them", and said "What?" I looked over at Caris and said, "Caris, it's Paul and Paul Jr from "American Chopper". She looked up at them, smiled and said.."yep, it is" and went back to eating. Vanessa said to Averie, "Who are they?", Averie shrugged, Caris explained to both of them who it was and how I love that show. Tall Dave starts chuckling and shaking his head.

Tall Dave: "Wait a minute, you have been here for nearly a month now. You have seen so many famous people come and go over at the Studio and there hasn't been so much as a peep from you. But now these motorcycle dudes come in and your pulse rate goes up?"

Me: "Oh...damn straight Baby. I LOVE THEM!"

Tall Dave: (smiling and nodding) "That's cool"

Yeah, I shook John Stamos' hand, and Brenden Fraser's dog licked me. Cyndi Lauper and her entourage took over our room (no problem Cyndi, we were happy to oblige) Bernie Mac winked at us as he walked by our room, I swooned quietly while Sara MacLachlin sang. The parade of celebrities we've seen in the weeks we've been there has been very exciting and I adore Ellen more than you could possibly know. Yeah, it's been cool and fun and whimsical. Yeah, Britney Spears and Mike Myers were in the studio next door. But nothing, and I mean nothing (other than my amazing daughter) got me NEARLY as excited as seeing the Teutle boys from O C C! Call me crazy; I'm a closet Motorcyle Mama!

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