Jimmy Kimmel Live

Last night, my wife and I headed out to Hollywood to attend the Jimmy Kimmel show. She had gotten tickets online somehow, and I had adjusted my work schedule to allow me to get out of work early and get to Hollywood with plenty of time to get great seats. We waited in line for close to 30 minutes outside the theater (I forget the name of it, but it's right next door to El Capitan) and were let in after a little security check. This took us to another line, but at least we were in the theater and not out in the cold.

This is where a small annoyance reared its head. I don't know just where some black people get this false sense of entitlement that they can get ahead of anyone in any line just because they're black. This short black woman and her friends just kind of pretended we were invisible and walked ahead of us and got infront of us in the line. This did not surprise me as this is not an isolated phenomena, so I just let it go. I don't want to start shit over something so small, but it just bugs me that it happens often.

But that bitch got what she deserved, as she and her posse were seated up in the bleacher section while my wife and I were personally escorted by one of the seating people to two empty chairs right on the front row. See what happens whores, don't mess with the Jaime. As my wife and I sat kind of confused as to why we had been chosen to so close it finally dawned on us. "Oh, ok . . this is where the beautiful people sit". Duh. Unfortunately, my wife got moved to another section of the audience, but this was just for a bit involving Chewbacca and a couple of elderly Clone Troopers. Just a little cheesy Star Wars promotional stunt, but hey . . . Jimmy's gotta put food on his table somehow.

The show starts, and they do a little monologue, a couple of short comedy bits, and then bring out the first guest, Ozzy Osbourne. I have to say, for a man that old whose done that many drugs and has actually died . . . he's looking pretty good. Not that anyone in the audience understood a word he said, but he was amiable and talkative. He was promoting a cover album he recorded recently, which certainly does not interest me at all, but some of the Ozzy fans out there might. It's called "Ozzy Osbourne: Under Cover".

After that, the second guest comes out. It's 13 year old Josh Hutcherson. Who? Yeah, I know, we asked ourselves that same question during the pre-show warm-up. He is one of the kids (the older one) in that new Zathura movie coming out in two weeks. I'm somewhat interested in seeing that, since it's directed by John Favreau and it's a sorta-sequel to Jumanji. None of the same characters, but the book that the movie is based on was written by the same guy who wrote the aformentioned "jungle breaking loose in a home" movie. The kid was smart and well-spoken and we all just hope he does not stray into the dreaded kid actor curse . . . or else he'll be holding up 7-11's like Dana Plato.

After these two guests did their little promotional thing, we all got ushered out of the theater to the backlot, where 300 or so people had been waiting for a couple of hours already. The guy who was seating us had us and two other chicks go first and just before we reached the back area, handed the 4 of us green wristbands and told us that they were for the "Green Room". Score. In the back we were treated to 6 songs from Blackstar, who, for those not in the know, is comprised of Mos Def & Talib Kwali. Everyone in the crowd enjoyed it, my wife danced and sang along with the lyrics while I did something that's akin to a mild epileptic seizure.

The short concert ended, and we went around the stage while everyone left and headed into the Green Room, a swanky if there weren't so many beer bottles littered all over the place environment where connected people and the stars hang out before, during, and after the show. Ozzy had already left, and we got a sight of the Hutcherson kid as we went into the long hallway that took us to the Green Room. My wife was only really interested in meeting Blackstar, as she is a humongous fan of their work. So, we sat around, with Diet Coke's in hand, and waited about 20 minutes or so and then she caught a sight of Mos Def as he was leaving and she called out "Mos!" in an extremely cute way, and he turned around, acknowledged us, shook our hands, and then went off on his merry way. You should have seen the smile on my wife's face.

On the way out we said hello to Bobcat Golthwait (who directs the show) who smiled at my wife because he saw how happy she was. So, this was enough for us. We went out the back and noticed a crowd calling out for Mos Def for autographs. My wife looked through her purse for something to write on and I produced a piece of paper from my pocket, and she reached out to him and asked for an autograph. I think some old school friends of her were in the crowd because they recognized her and started to try to get her attention. She was too transfixed on the performer to care, and as she got her autograph from Mos, she smiled even harder.

We walked back to our car, paid 4 bucks for parking, and went home. If you were watching the show on 11/02/05, you might have caught a glimpse of me next to the Clone Troopers. I know there were a couple of shots of the back of my head and one of my left arm, and 1 or 2 shots where you can see my face. We had a great time there, and I recommend that anyone who's been thinking about going to go. Get tickets.