Tonight, while you are cozy in your favorite work procrastination station in Butler, I will be at Rockefeller Center, live blogging the festivities (and still hoping to run into Tina Fey). I'll also be tweeting @efindz.
Stay tuned for answers to exciting questions like: Can Mariah Carey still sing "All I Want" as well as she did 20 years ago? Will the dichotomy of religion in my childhood manifest itself at this holiest of ceremonies? And will this year's tree be adorned with 45,000 iPad Minis instead of actual electric lights?
8:58 p.m. Now we light...the tree? Why does it smell like weed?! But what a magnificent tree. And cue the terrifying subway crowds. I just tripped on a fence while writing that. So that will be my sign off. Thanks for reading. And if you're checking this out later, like the weekend, feel free to make a drinking game out of this and do a shot every time I make an irrelevant pop culture reference. Merry Christmas, Columbia.
8:55 p.m. "Christmas time is in the air again." So what is in her hair...(again)? This is like prom meets religious imagery meets luau. That's a frat party theme if I've ever heard one.
8:48 p.m. Classic: couples slow dancing / swaying... And the Rockettes do a re-run. More Mariah coming up.
8:39 p.m. Here's an excerpt of the real lyrics to this song. "He sees the M4 go by. And he knows where to catch the 1. He knows if NJ transit's closed, and he commutes from Long Island. Oh, you better HopStop, you'd better swipe quick, you'd better make sure you're not on express. Santa Claus is trying really hard to come to town but there must be some concert or something in Midtown."
8:37 p.m. Hey, Chris! Chris Mann just waved at me, for those who missed it. He can see me through this building separating us.
8:26 p.m. Rod, you're back! And your jacket looks like you're trying to pick up chicks in a cigar lounge.
