Kim and Jennifer’s Excellent Adventureoops, Webby already did that one.
Kim and Jennifer Take Manhattan
At long last, the incredible story of two chicks and their incredible journey to the DAW Hall of Fame. If you haven't read the magic that is Pooh's recrap of the finale http://community.realitytvworld.com/boards/cgi-bin/dcboard.cgi?az=show_thread&omm=0&om=2016&forum=DCForumID1 , go there and do that for details and then check out Landru's smacktabulous summation of the reunion show http://community.realitytvworld.com/boards/cgi-bin/dcboard.cgi?az=show_thread&omm=0&om=2015&forum=DCForumID1 because this is all about the DAWs and very little on the facts. Had we added facts, this would have been even longer and since it hit the 16 page mark in Word, it was really just time to make it stop.
Chapter One
The Journey Begins
Once upon a time……….okay maybe not.
Come and listen to a story about a girl named…okay…bad choice. Inspiration is tough when you are still the teeniest bit hung over.
Ummmmmmm. I KNOW!!
It was a dark and stormy night afternoon. Kim was snoozing soundly in her killer hotel room at the New York Hilton when she was awakened from a sound sleep by her first born banging on the door and yelling.
“MOM!! Let us in! Let us in!!”
It took her a minute, but suddenly Kim realized it was after 3:00. Oops! She had also foolishly left the security latch on the door and locked out her traveling companions. Ooops again. She let them in and then turned around to see her bed!
Yikes. What on earth? She must have had a nightmare...or a dream about Dave. After a quick picture to capture the moment, she frantically began to get ready for the Survivor Amazon Finale aka a really good excuse to make a last minute trip to New York City.
It was raining. It was windy. Mr. Kim told her that it wasn’t looking too good for her chances tonight, but she refused to be thwarted. As God was her witness, she would not miss that show.
Meanwhile…..somewhere in upstate New York……
Jennifer woke after a busy day involving her sailboat to discover that she had food poisoning. A lesser woman might have been defeated, but she was a DAW and a DAW never lets a little digestive disruption interrupt her mission. She forged ahead with her plans, but was suddenly faced with a new obstacle.
Enter the boyfriend. The boyfriend really didn’t get it. He couldn’t figure out why on earth she would give up four hours of their precious time(they were only together once or twice a month) to go see some goofy show in the city.
Obviously he has never seen Dave, but I digress.
Nothing would stop her. She assured the boyfriend of her undying love and devotion as she maneuvered her way from a few quick trips to the bathroom to imitate Heidi and Jenna’s weight loss plan and getting ready. And she was off.
Well, sort of. Next obstacle: God (not to be confused with SB's own Godmo). It was a dark and stormy afternoon, for sure, but in an effort that would have made any representative of the USPS proud, she forged ahead. Destination? The Park Central Hotel on 7th Avenue between 56th and 57th Streets.
Back at the Hilton, conveniently located at the corner of 6th Avenue and 55th Street, Kim was in a quandary. She had brought some lovely cha-cha NYC kind of clothes…snazzy Liz Claiborne that she had worn all over London and Paris recently. On that trip she had learned how totally un-wind resistant those clothes were, though, so she decided that perhaps she should just go tourist frumpy and be warm. In hindsight, a terrible choice, but at the time a decision that she could live with, plus this way she didn’t have to iron. Due to the rain, she also made an executive decision to forgo any hair styling products…after all, what was the point? She would use her trusty hair clip and be sort of coolly casual a la Grace Kelly.
Well, Grace Kelly probably remembered to pack her mascara for big events, but Kim did not. Damn. There was still time, so she set upon her trek to DAWdom allowing a quick stop in Duane Reade (there is one on EVERY street in New York--she thought perhaps it was some sort of cult) to buy some mascara. From the drugstore, she was off to the hotel. Okay, after a turn in the wrong direction and halfway to Fifth Avenue, she was on her way. Along the way, the clip holding her hair up and protecting it from the rain inexplicably snapped in two...she hoped this wasn't a sign of things to come as she frantcially searched for a hairbrush.
Chapter 2
The Rendezvous
In the lobby of the Park Central Hotel, Kim was pleasantly surprised to see people with buffs and silly amateur DAW signs. This assured her that she was in the correct place and that she wasn't quite the strange tv-freak fan that she feared she had become. She looked for some sign where to go, but saw nothing. She asked a few people and was repeatedly told that the CBS person was not there anymore. She began to worry. No one at the front desk could help her, so she headed to the bar. Lo, and behold, the bar was filled with former Survivors:
Penny, Jake, Clay, Helen, Ted and Jan were all sitting around drinking a few beers and chit chatting away. It was a very unreal moment for Kim who then couldn’t decide what to do…look like a moron fan and take pictures or rely on her terrible memory to describe the event. Obviously, she chose the moron route and is happier for it now. While wandering around the lobby looking for Pam from CBS, she saw Richard Hatch and Mitchell talking to some fans. Again, very surreal. All of a sudden, as she had just about given up all hope, she was approached by a very tall, tan person who had DAW written all over her.
“Kim?”
“Thunderkitten?” (Wow, imagine how embarrassed Kim would have been if she were wrong?).
The two DAWs had met. Jennifer explained that it was the hair color that gave Kim away. She also pointed out the CBS rep sitting on a nice comfy couch. Jennifer picked up on the fact that there was a large white sign behind her that said CBS SURVIVOR. Evidently, Kim did not have a keen eye for the detail. Whatever.
The CBS rep was very friendly. She asked their names and marked them off a list and then handed them an envelope. Foolishly, she never asked for ID. Kim made a note of this for next year’s finale.
“You will need to be at the theater at 7,” said Ms. CBS.
“Theater?” said Kim and Jennifer in unison.
“Yes, it has been moved to The Ed Sullivan Theater.”
SCORE! Kim and Jennifer had been told in no uncertain terms that if it rained, they were SOL (and not the Overlord type, either), so they were ecstatic.
Jennifer had already been racking up DAW sightings and told Kim about Zoe who had been in earlier. Zzzzzzoe is quite short, but there is no photographic evidence to support this because she is quite quick, too.
Giddy with their luck, they moved on to the important task at hand. Pictures. First victims...Ted and Jan. They were incredibly friendly. They didn’t even flinch when Kim pulled out a piece of paper and stuck it in front of her face. Instead, they agreed to play along (well, the great quantities of beer probably helped..they were both a wee bit tipsy).
After a quick pic with Jennifer (and Kim dropping Jennifer’s camera smack on the floor of the bar generating gasps from everyone present), they circulated to the lobby where they met Hunter. An incredibly nice guy as well, but not nearly as tall as he looked on TV. Kim passed on the picture moment…no need to look like a complete fool for hot Hunter.
Both agreed he looked much hotter in person (not to him, though, they were much too suave for that). It was painful, but somehow, they tore themselves away to grab a chance at Richard Hatch. He was glad to have his picture made with them one at a time and thought that Kim Possible was a very funny girl. Kim, being a total dork, smiled while behind the paper.
And the DAWs moved on. Other Survivors wandered through the lobby. Kelly was ushered out by someone who was trying to calm her down…they couldn’t hear what she was upset about but it involved a He. Mitchell, in a true show of attention whoredom, planted himself in the lobby and pivoted as crowds entered. Kim and Jennifer agreed that they would not take a picture of someone who was so blatant in his attempt to have his photo taken, but SOMEHOW, he ended up in their pictures.
Peter came and went before they even realized who he was.
Just as they were about to leave, a ray of light beamed into the lobby of the Park Central. They weren’t sure, but it seemed as if time stood still…..who was that glorious creature? O.M.H. <click> it was Ken.
Ken. On TV….not bad looking, but not spectacular, either.
Ken. In real life….gorgeous. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Polite, Friendly. In short, perfect. No way would they miss a chance to take a picture…and of course, Kim Possible wasn’t showing her perky face here, either.
Ken has hurt his right hand. He broke his hand bashing some perp in the skull…also broke the skull of the perp, FYI. He is no longer doing beat work, they learned. He is now in an investigative division. Looking hot.
He asked them where the others were and in true DAW fashion, they were able to give him a rundown of who had been there and where they had gone. He left. The day became darker again and they decided to stroll to the theater and get a beer in a bar close by or something.
As they approached The Ed Sullivan Theater, though, they realized that there would be no beer for them. A line was forming. It was time to get serious.
Chapter 3
The Waiting Game
Once in front of the famed Ed Sullivan Theater, Kim and Jennifer joined the growing throng of people. They were among the few that had no visible buff or other Survivor gear…they were way too cool, after all. Once in the mass, they had no idea what to do. A few harried CBS peeps carrying clipboards were trying in vain to get people into the correct area. Kim and Jennifer found themselves shoved into a mass of “Web Site People”. They weren’t sure exactly what that meant, but it was right in front of the doors, under the marquee AND an actual line, so they were okay with that. The line was filled with other Web Site People and friends and relatives of CBS and Survivor crew people.
And there they stood. And stood. And stood. It seemed endless, but was probably only about 30 minutes. While there, Kim whipped out her cell phone and assured Buggy, Mandy and Sheila that they would not be letting their SB peeps down. No matter what, Kim and Jennifer were going to the finale. This much they knew.
While in line, they saw a few Survivors arrive. Pictures were difficult due to the crowds, but they did catch Ethan.
Rudy and Jessie were also there, as was Mitchell (of course). The other Web Site People kept blocking good camera angles, though, so no pictures were achieved. In the bar in front of the theater, they saw one of the Festers and Chris or Alex (which one is which?) from TAR inside drinking. Nothing much else to look at. At some point, wristbands were passed out. No one ever asked Kim or Jennifer for their ID, but being all by the book, they offered up theirs so they would be assured of admittance.
On the way in, bags were searched and then they were ushered past the media row. T-Bird was inside doing a spot for a TV station. She looked fantastic. All in black and very thin. They couldn’t tarry long, though. They had another line to wait in.
At the base of the stairs, they were herded into crowd control ropes and other peeps were all hostile because there was some confusion about who was going to get in first. Kim and Jennifer figured as long as they were in, they were fine, and so they didn’t complain. While there, a CBS peep came along passing out free buffs. Kim is bad, so she took one of each color. Once Jennifer realized that Kim had broken the rules, she grabbed a couple of extra as well. There were gobs and gobs of buffs…since they had been expecting 1200 people and only had 400, there was obviously surplus. Mitchell, surprise, surprise, was roaming around the lobby area just to let people take his picture. Kim and Jennifer were firm in their resolution NOT to do this, so they mocked him instead. Hey, it passed the time.
After an eternity in line, they were finally told to go upstairs and yes, people were still complaining because they thought the line had gotten out of order. Whatever.
Eager to see as much as possible, Kim and Jennifer rushed up the stairs and were shown to their seats which were on the left side of the house …sort of in front of Paul Schaeffer’s band area. The set looked amazing. Very tribal, but quite small. There were stand-ins rehearsing most of the time.
The house band played the Survivor song over and over and over and a dancer performed pretty much the whole time. The Survivors were brought out for a very brief sit down on the risers to get the angle correct for the reunion portion of the show and then they were ushered out. Jiffy came out and did some mike tests. All reporterly objectivity aside, he looked awfully hot in a black long sleeve crew neck. The room was definitely quieter when he was present.
The producer came out to talk to the audience and let us know that they had been forced to cut 800 tickets, so they were all very lucky. He also explained that since they had moved so late, rehearsals would be ongoing until the time of the show. He also asked the audience. This was difficult for some members of the group (namely Kim and Jennifer). They were calling peeps on cell phones and chatting with the very nice guys from Realitynewsonline.com. There were monitors all over the studio, so they were able to see the show on those
It was very interesting for an entire theater filled with DAWs to watch the 2-hour episode together. There was plenty of laughter and an occasional boo or jeer as the show proceeded. As the episode wound down, the whole mood in the theater began to shift. The crew was moving at a rapid pace screwing vines to the walls, throwing leaves around and trying to get the torches and the fire lit. This seemed to be the biggest challenge…the fires would NOT stay lit. As time passed, it became more tense…more charged.
The DAWs had been promised food in the form of delectable treats such as snickers and Mountain Dew but no such luck. Since they had to move the whole Survivor set, feeding the peeps in the crowd fell low on their list of priorities. With 15 minutes left until the 9:30 lock-down, Jennifer made a mad dash to a grocery/convenience store and came back with treats so they wouldn't waste away to nothing in the Ed Sullivan Theatre. DAW can't be DAWs to the best of their ability on an empty stomach. It was bad enough that they didn't have a buzz, but no food? Bah!
Then, at 9:45, the contestants reappeared onstage and it was time to see the final vote.
The vote was a shocker to the audience. Kim expected their to be an eruption of emotion and applause, but when Jenna was declared the winner, Kim and Jennifer and those around them simply sat there in stunned silence. Someone in the rows behind them uttered the infamous, “WTF??” No one really moved.
Cut to commercial.
While commercials ran, the contestants hugged and squealed some more and the set was changed. Heidi and Butch sat down out of order and as the stage manager counted down the final three seconds, some one realized it and moved them to their proper places.
The reunion was the same on screen as it was off, only Kim and Jennifer couldn’t see the faces from their seats, so it was easier to watch the monitor. When the cameras briefly lost Jiffy, they were amused to see him standing on stage just waiting. It was as the cameras panned back during the final commercial break that Kim and Jennifer realized that they had not achieved true DAWdom. They had not been seen on TV. Kim noticed that the camera was back over their heads…they had seen this shot before. Perhaps…there was a chance. With the guys in the next row urging them on, Kim quickly handed Jennifer the frowny Kim Possible picture and Jennifer leapt up at exactly the right time to fling the picture in front of the camera. Kim actually cheered as she saw Kim Possible flash on the screen. VICTORY! People around the country were probably wondering what on earth was going on, but anyone who was anyone knew what was going on.
The show wrapped with a preview that the audience had already seen. And then it was over. Kim and Jennifer stayed behind to snap a few pictures,
but the stalwart CBS folks finally told them they had to leave (one of them was the same person who had yelled, very rudely, at Kim for using her cell phone during a commercial break. Phffft). They were very slow in their progress out of the theater and thus scored HUGE when they went downstairs.
First of all, Mark Burnett came out of the lower level at about the same time they came down the stairs. With barely a pause, they approached him and introduced themselves. He was very gracious. Also, they noted kind of short. They asked him if he had plans for shooting Survivor in HDTV, and he seemed relieved that it wasn’t a stooopid questions. He discussed the merits of HDTV and how he is always looking at ways to improve his work and that it was always a possibility, but he kept referring to the cost, so it was obvious it wouldn’t be happening any time soon (sorry Webby). After a quick picture with Jennifer, he was on his way.
As Carl (loooking every bit the stereotypical Jersey dentist in an ungodly ugly pink and black plaid sports jacket); and Frank (looking very normal and dare I say...attractive?) came out,
Helen made her way through the lobby. Kim and Jennifer introduced themselves to her and talked to her and her daughter for a few minutes. Helen was FABULOUS. She was friendly and chatty and super nice. After a picture,
CBS once again told them to clear out, so they headed for the doors. Helen asked Kim and Jennifer if they were surprised at the winner. Yes, they were, they sad. How about her? She was shocked, she said. Totally shocked. She couldn’t figure that one out. She did say that she knew ahead of time who the final two were, but she didn’t say how she knew.
They made their way out of the theater past the TV interview area. There, they were able to get several more pictures of Survivors in interviews:
And Dave even leaned across the ropes for a quick picture
When they reached the sidewalk, Helen hung around and talked to them for quite awhile about various Survivor things. She discussed her opinion of the game as a whole. Some points that she made were:
1. She and Brian are not friendly. He doesn’t do the Survivor stuff.
2. Brian had two personalities…the show one and the real one.
3. She and Clay have “made up” sort of. They will never be best friends, but they ate dinner together Saturday night. She said she wished that more people knew the “real” Clay.
4. She doesn’t agree with the way Brian played the game. She said that even if it was a game, she wouldn’t stoop to the level that he did in lying and manipulating and that when you get to heaven, you can’t use the excuse, “Oh, yeah, well, I was playing a game.” No. love. lost.
Helen’s husband and daughter finally arrived and they decided to head over to the party site. Kim and Jennifer were left to fend for themselves on the sidewalk and wait for a chance to take more pictures in the rainy mist.
Then, fortune smiled down on them.
Jennifer had seen a friend of hers from high school in the crowd earlier. The friend came out with her sister-in-law and they all began to chat. Kim stayed in the picture line and was trampled and talked rudely to by a homeless woman, but she held her ground. Meanwhile, Jennifer was schmoozing and acting all cool. In the absolute biggest coup of DAWdom, the sister-in-law, who was a set dresser on the show, pulled out a pass to the cast party and offered it to Jennifer. Being the ultimate DAW and knowing she would need a photographer (and because she is REALLY nice) Jennifer asked if there was anyway she could get two so that Kim could go to. The nicest set dresser in the history of set dressers (and the most talented) came through with a second pass.
After about five minutes of just inane babbling at each other as they stood outside, Jennifer made an observation:
“You know, we don’t really have to wait around here to see them since we can go to the party and see them there.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Kim.
Remember, neither of them had had any alcohol….this was their natural state.
So, Kim and Jennifer grabbed a cab and made their way to the trendy Tao with their bright orange placards reading PARTY hanging around their necks to see what adventures awaited them there.
END PART ONE
Stay tuned for Part Two: Tao Time where the DAWs descended on a bar in Manhattan and swill free booze with some of the (surprisingly)coolest people on TV.
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Also, soooo funny to see KimPossible in every a-Kim picture. You are a hoot! Bring on Part Two as soon as you can! This is good stuff!
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