Two of my neighbors and I headed down to the city very early yesterday morning for a Martha Stewart Show taping. There was some confusion because when I got the tickets they called me interested in getting a bunch of Army wives from West Point down for a show. They asked me to look for a certain person when we got there to make arrangements for a future show. So, we’re sitting there waiting for our number to be called and they say, “Can the Army wives please come through now.” We were surprised, looked at each other and got up. At the same time a group of about 20 women in front of us stood up as well. The other audience members were kind. They clapped and yelled stuff like, “Go Army!” Come to find out these ladies were all from Ft Monmouth, NJ.
The woman that had asked the Army wives to come forward was the same woman I’d talked to on the phone a few weeks back. I told her who I was and reminded her about our conversation about the Army wives from West Point and she said, “Oh yeah…” then she asked my two friends and I to go back and sit down until they were ready for us. It was very humiliating to walk back in the waiting room and be separated from the other Army wives like that. We felt like all the other audience members thought we were phonies or something.
When Joey was working everyone up for the show, he introduced the NJ group (who were seated on the other side of the studio from us) but not us. It was just weird and uncomfortable. It’s not like we were looking for any kind of attention or anything. In fact, when they called “the Army wives” were were surprised. What they don’t get is that Army wives… really all military… are a great big family. It doesn’t matter where you’re stationed. We all got a kick out of all of us showing up for the same show and we would have had fun sitting together. When she asked us to go sit back down, we thought it was just a big mix up and that the number on our tickets was our seat numbers and it was just too late to switch the seats this close to air time. Not so. The numbers on the tickets were simply how they called you into the studio. They easily could have let us go in with the NJ group. All I can say it was weird, embarrassing and it stung a little.
We still had a great time. It was very interesting to see how it all worked. It was great to get out with my friends, too. One is moving next month and with us leaving in June, I want to do as much as I can before we move. That’s the hard part of being military. Saying goodbye so often. The good part is that you have friends pretty much anywhere you go.
All I had was my little pocket camera so the pics aren’t that great.
These are the cookie cutters we got for these super cute cookies:
Afterward we headed back up to Times Square for lunch at my favorite pizza place, John’s Pizzeria. Then over to Junior’s for cheesecake. Terrible picture but it’s all I’ve got.
Over the last few days tons of packages with hats have been landing on my doorstep. Holy cow, you guys! 58 more hats (163 total)! I’m sure there’ll be more later today. We’re getting a couple of deliveries a day with the Holiday help at the Post Office.
