I actually met Conan O’Brien
It happened
at a Radiators show
at Roseland
I’m not so sure
if it was good or bad
I was with some friends
but I was smoking a joint
with a girl from New Jersey
She kept touching my shoulders
and my chest
and she was a trifle buzzed
My friend was talking
with someone I didn’t recognize
and kept calling me over
with chat about Letterman and Leno
The girl ends up
disappearing
and my friend says,
“Do you know who that was?”
“Who” I ask irritably,
“Who was that?”
“That was Conan O’Brien!”
“Well, who’s that?”
I didn’t even know who he was
and I was a tad miffed
about the girl bailing
What really hurts is
that I had enough money
to get a hotel room
and who knows
maybe we would’ve
fallen in love;
got married down the line
but let me stop
I’m getting silly
It was a night of infamy
could’ve—but obviously will not—
go into the annals
as one of the best nights ever
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