A few Fridays ago I came home from a night of drinking just in time to see the last episode of my favorite show in my favorite city. Late Night with Conan O’Brien came to a halt after a 16 year run in the New York. Along with shows originality and its anomalous sense of humor, my respect for the host is what turned me from an occasionally viewer to an avid fan. I find it rare in this day and age to have a celebrity that one can look up to or call an idol, but I am truly proud to say this Harvard graduated albino is mine.
An emotionally charged Conan ended the show thanking everyone who had brought him to super stardom, or at least, relevancy. It was really odd and almost humbling to see a man of Conans vitality to be on the brink of tears as he thanked the likes of Letterman, Leno, and Lorne Michaels, the man who gave him his start.
Was I emotional? Maybe…
Was it because I was buzzing? Probably
Did I at least get to see his show live? YAS BOI.
The former SNL and Simpsons writers bright red pompadour and freakish height will be missed among midtown, but hopefully embraced among the faux folk of West Hollywood.
For those of you that still love your Leno, congratulations, now log off Perez and pop in a hilarious, always refreshing episode of Entourage and call it a day.
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