When A Grown Man Cries

A couple of weeks ago I went with Fred, the station General Manager, to Teen Haven out in The Middle of Nowhere, PA to put together a video package. Teen Haven is a camp for kids who live in the inner city. It offers them a few days of escape and a chance to get away from what is very often a very rough home environment.

While we were there, we met the Camp Director, Vinny. At first I thought Vinny was a New York Italian, but as it turns out he’s a Russian from Philadelphia. I wasn’t even close. Vinny is one of those guys who has a million stories, each one of them more fun to listen to than the next. He’s been working at the camp for 20+ years and it’s obvious he has a heart for these kids the size of a Geno’s Cheese Steak.

At one point in the interview, Vinny started telling us a story about a rough patch in his life and he became visibly moved as he retold the account. He’s a great storyteller and it’s hard not to get caught up in his words. This guy is a public speaker for a reason.

Not only did we speak with Vinny, but we also talked to campers and counselors (all of whom were once campers themselves). At the end of our time there, I had just over 50 minutes of footage to edit which is fine, except we try to keep the final run time of our videos to 5-7 minutes. As I uploaded the footage into the computer, I knew a lot of stuff was going to get left out that I really liked. But hey, what’re ya gonna do. Thus is the plight of the editor.

When all was said and done, the final product came in at just over six minutes. I was happy with the way it turned out, but also mindful of what got cut. When you pore over footage it can be easy to lose perspective and know if what you kept tells a cohesive story. I thought it did. Or, more accurately, I hoped it did.

This morning Vinny was on the morning show with some other people from Teen Haven. Although the video had been up on YouTube for a couple of weeks, he hadn’t yet seen the final segment. After he was on the air he came back to my office and asked if I would play it for him. I happily obliged. It was a little nerve-wracking watching it with him for the first time. I’ll be honest, I wanted him to like it. I never want anyone to look bad (or think they do), especially if it’s something I had a hand in putting together. I’m not gonna pretend I’m one of those people who says they don’t care what the critics say. I care, and I want everyone to like what I put out there for them. I know that’s never going to be the case, but I’m creative and that’s what you get from us folk. Jerry Seinfeld put it best when he said he can perform comedy in front of ten thousand people and 9,999 people can be laughing hysterically at his comedy. After the show when he’s alone in the dressing room, he said he’s only going to remember that 1 person who didn’t laugh. And I’m the same way. If I was a perfect Christian, I would only be concerned with what God thought of me, and not anyone else on Earth. But I’m not a perfect Christian. I’m just Ed and I gots flaws.

But I’m off-track a bit. Where was I? Oh yea. I wanted Vinny to like the video.

It begins and as he watches himself introducing the video, he chuckles a bit to himself. And then the kids come on and start telling their stories. And as Vinny watches, this tough Russian guy from Philadelphia starts to tear up. And the more the video plays, the more he wipes his eyes. By the end of the six minutes, his eyes are red, and whether it’s from the tears or his big hands constantly wiping them away, I don’t know.

The video went black and came to an end. Vinny turned to me and said, “We’re all just pieces of the puzzle trying to work together for the greater good. You took our pieces and made them into a big picture, and I thank you.”

It was so unexpected, I didn’t know what to say. I paused and said, “I just tried to show what you’re doing, Vinny. You’re the one doing the work, not me.”

“We’re ALL doing the work,” he said without hesitating. Vinny shook my hand and turned to leave. He stopped, looked back, and said, “Thanks again. I’ll see ya later and if I don’t, I’ll see ya there. I love ya.”

I’m glad I met Vinny.

Here’s a glimpse of the guy. I hope you get something out of meeting him, too.

Can We Get A Volunteer From the Audience….

This is what I love about the internets. Sometimes you come across things you had no idea were there, and sometimes it’s actually something that you’re pleasantly surprised to stumble across (unlike the horrible midget dressed as Michael Jackson dancing in the subway fiasco).

This weekend I’m heading back up to New York to do some improv comedy at the National Comedy Theatre. I was there performing in May and in one of the games we asked for a volunteer from the audience. A bachelorette party had come to the show and the bride-to-be came up on stage to join in the fun. After we had thoroughly exhausted every hilarious opportunity, we thanked her, took a picture with her, and the show went on.

Today I was surfing NCT’s website and came across their show blog, where they have been posting pictures of the volunteers who come on stage during the shows.I started laughing as soon as I saw the picture from that show and memories of me playing her airplane-pilot fiance came flooding back.  So enjoy this little blast from the past I didn’t even know was out there.

Mario Kart Transcript

I was playing Mario Kart against other people online. Sarah was on her computer. When I finished playing, I found this IM from Sarah:

you are awesome and I love your cute head. and I decided that I am going to recite everything you say while playing Mario Kart: What the heck was that??…………I haven’t gotten one cube this whole game……ahhhh, no fair!………nice try hickula!……pass me, please pass me………quit picking mario circuits…..whos the ****** with the mustache choosing goldmine everytime?!?………better not be mirrored..woohoo……….what the heck?!..oh, come on…….suck a freakin’ monkey!……..of course! dog gone it!

I have no further comment.

Our Murdering President

PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) is mad at President Obama because he killed a fly. They’re all upset because he killed a fly. Don’t believe me? Look it up. True story. They’re angry because he killed a fly.

I find this ironic because this story proves that even after all these years, no one in PETA has a life.

Tony Deaf

Me: Is that a guy singing or a girl?

Sarah: Guy.

Me: Wow.

This conversation occurred tonight while the Tony Awards were on. I was not facing the TV. This conversation happened like 8 different times.

A Polite Death to Paris

This weekend while watching the MTV Movie Awards with the gang, a commercial for Paris Hilton’s show came on (I forget what it’s called. My New BFF? More like WTF). As soon as Paris’s big ugly head came on the screen, Sarah shouted, “Ugggggggggggghhhh! I just wish she’d DIE!!!”

The rest of us all looked at Sarah and smiled (perhaps because we were all thinking the same thing?). Sarah turned and saw us staring at her and immediately corrected herself.

“I mean…I wish she would accept Jesus…”

(beat)

“…and then die.”

Eminem Predicts the Future

2000: Eminem releases The Marshall Mathers LP. It contains the song “The Real Slim Shady” which includes the lyrics “My bum is on your lips. My bum is on your lips.”

2009: Sacha Baron Cohen’s Bruno makes it happen.

eminem

What Happened at Work 8

Episode 8, Thursday Afternoon

Cynthia Nixon’s “Gay” Marriage

Dear Cynthia,

It’s not a gay marriage if you marry a dude.

Love,

Ed

Cynthia Nixon and Her Husband

Too Good to Recap

Sarah and I had a GREAT weekend this weekend…so good, in fact, that trying to sum up everything in a blog is somewhat intimidating because I know I won’t do the weekend justice. So, rather than trying to capture the magic of the details in convenient paragraph form, I’ll list off the highlights in even-more-convenient list form.

FRIDAY

  • 1:00 pm – Our friend Ashlea drops us off at the train station in Lancaster PA
  • 1:30 pm – The crowded train leaves for New York City
  • 2:00 pm – The guy sitting next to me gets off the train and Sarah and I are able to sit together
  • 5:30 pm – Sarah and I arrive in NYC’s Penn Station on 34th Street. We make our way to the 1 subway train to go check in at our downtown hotel
  • 6:00 pm – We check in to the Marriott in the Wall Street District and drop off our bags in our 19th-floor room
  • 6:01 pm – We leave the room to head to the National Comedy Theatre
  • 6:02 pm – While swinging my backpack over my shoulder inside the elevator, it swipes the control panel and hits all the buttons. A fancy schmancy old white lady is not amused as we stop on every floor on the way down.
  • 6:30 pm – I am dismayed to find that the pizza shop on the corner of 36th and 8th is now a T-Mobile store
  • 6:35 pm – Sarah and I arrive at NCT. I am giddy with excitement to see the old gang again, including Adi, JT, Cohen, Kevin, Dan, and Paulie. I also meet Dave and Jen, cast members who joined after I left in 2006. After catching up and introducing everyone to Sarah, we head down to the green room to prepare for the first of two improvisational comedy shows of the night. Sarah and Adi find seats together and wait for the 7:30 show to begin.
  • 7:30 pm – The first show begins. I am billed as Ed “One Night Only” Placencia. Although I was initially nervous about not performing on the NCT stage in 2-1/2 years, once I’m up there with the gang, it’s like no time has passed.
  • 9:45 pm – Second show of the evening and another good night of comedy has been thrown down.
  • 11:15 pm – After getting notes, chatting with Eric, who showed up during the 2nd show, and saying our (for now) goodbyes, Sarah and I head back to the hotel. We are bummed to find that all of the Starbucks we pass are closed. Come on, people, this is New York.
  • 11:45 pm – As we walk past construction outside our hotel, Sarah and I see New York rats. Instead of being grossed out, we chase them, giggling with glee.
  • 12:30 am – Part of an episode of “Ghost Hunters” is all we can watch before falling asleep

SATURDAY

  • 8:30 am – I sort of wake up. I watch an episode of “Ghost Hunters” and then go back to bed
  • 11:30 am – I wake up again
  • 12:00 pm – Sarah wakes up
  • 1:30 pm – We finally leave the hotel and take the 1 to 79th Street
  • 2:10 pm – We make it to the Museum of Natural History. After watching 5 minutes of a boring video on telescopes, we make our way to the 4th floor (where the dinosaurs are)
  • 3:40 pm – After only making it through two floors, so much education makes us tired, and we leave
  • 4:30 pm – Sarah and I walk down to Times Square. There’s some sort of street fair going on, and we make our way to one of my old haunts, the Film Center Cafe. It’s been redecorated and is no longer the cool, dark, pub-like vibe-y place but an upscale trendy place. The prices are still the same, so it’s cool
  • 5:30 pm – Sarah and I head back to the hotel to take a nap before returning to Rockefeller Center later that night. On the way there, we see a midget dancing like Michael Jackson in the subway
  • 6:15 pm – We arrive back at the hotel and order coffee and dessert from room service.
  • 6:45 pm – Coffee, cheesecake, and chocolate cake all around!
  • 9:00 pm – We head down to Rockefeller Center to get in line for the taping of “Saturday Night Live”
  • 9:30 pm – We find our place in line and wait to be let in. The line is already much longer than we thought it might be. My email confirmation is traded for cool tickets with the date and the guests printed on them. I tell Sarah I hope we get to keep them (we don’t)
  • 10:45pm – They begin seating us. We turn in our tickets and are given nifty wristbands. We head up to the 9th floor.
  • 10:50pm – We are seated in the balcony and are transfixed watching the SNL crew prep for the show. The SNL band plays some amazing music as people are seated
  • 11:00pm – Don Pardo greets us and introduces Jason Sudeikis, who entertains us with some goofy bits, basic rules of the road, and then introduces Kristen Wiig and Fred Armisen (on electric guitar). Kristen sings and, along with backup from the SNL band, we are treated to a great rendition of Blondie’s “One Way or Another.”
  • 11:30pm – The lights go down, Will Ferrell takes the stage, and the show is underway. It’s the season finale (and Darrell Hammond’s last show), a great show, Green Day sounds great, and surprise guests Tom Hanks, Anne Hathaway, Amy Poehler, Maya Rudolph, Paul Rudd, Norm MacDonald, and Artie Lang make for a fun night
  • 1:00 am – The show is over and the cast waves goodbye
  • 1:20 am – Will Ferrell takes the stage again and announces that if we wait around for 5 minutes, Green Day will play a couple more songs for us. The SNL cast gathers on the stage to listen
  • 1:25 am – Green Day plays the first of 2 bonus songs for us. They are accompanied through the duration of the second song by Will Ferrell on cowbell (naturally)
  • 1:45 am – On our way out, Amy Poehler sneaks past Sarah on her way down the hall. As she stops to talk to someone Sarah, only inches away from her and somewhat starstruck, can do nothing but stare at her and smile
  • 2:10 am – On the train ride back to the hotel, Sarah and I enjoy the “I’m Drunk On The Subway Show” as performed by a couple of wobbly-legged girls
  • 3:10 am – Nighty night

SUNDAY

  • 10:00 am – Sarah and I get up and around to make it out of the hotel by the 11am checkout time
  • 11:01 am – Sarah and I leave the hotel
  • 11:05 am – Sarah and I go to Starbucks for coffee and breakfast. It’s swamped, so we leave
  • 11:06 am – Sarah and I go to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
  • 11:07 am – After seeing that an omelette costs $21, Sarah and I sneak out and leave before they can even bring us water
  • 11:15 am – Sarah and I hop on the subway and head back toward midtown
  • 12:15 pm – Sarah and I have breakfast at the Westway Diner where an omelette costs what it should
  • 12:45 pm – We catch a showing of X-Men Origins: Wolverine at the AMC theater on 42nd Street
  • 3:00 pm – We walk around, take in the city, and waste time before our train leaves for back home
  • 4:45 pm – We board the train (seats together) and make our way back home
  • 9:20 pm – Our friend Alyssa picks us up from the train station and our amazing weekend has come to an end

Wow. Good times.