Dear Jimmy Fallon

Dear Jimmy,

I blew it.

This year for our 5th anniversary my husband and I planned on dropping our kids off with Grandma in Sacramento, California and flying to New York for 3 days. The plans were going so well. We were doing NYC low-budget but that was ok, because we had a dream, and our dream was to see a live-taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.

If I wanted to make a short story long and run the risk of possibly boring you, I might go into detail how as a young couple going to school and working alternating hours the only time we were able to be together generally started around 11:30 p.m. CST. I might mention that we only had 2 channels that our bunny ears antenna picked up, and I could possibly continue on about how we strengthened our marriage through laughter and a communal love for good stand-up comedy. If I really wanted to wax long on how much Late Night with Jimmy Fallon has meant to us I might continue to talk about how it has been an important tradition in our marriage for the last five years (okay we watched Conan for a few years but he was just a gateway host), and how the culminating event of our 5 year marriage was to enjoy a live taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. But I don’t want to rattle on, so I’ll try to keep it short.

And the short of it is that after calling every other day for weeks, I somehow missed the window to aquire tickets for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon from August 9th, 10th, or 11th. Hence the blowing of the Anniversary trip.

I wish I could say that I was so involved in caring for my two young children that I didn’t have time to call in and get the tickets. But honestly I was probably sitting in front of the computer googling “cheap hotels in New York City.” Or even more likely I was hitting “stumble” over and over again in an internet-induced coma.

Long story shorter, no tickets.

My Husband took the bad news in stride. He pointed out that we really couldn’t afford the trip anyway, and since the ultra-magnetic pull of possibly being able to see a taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon was gone, we would probably be better off sticking close to Sacramento for our anniversary. Now my googling changed to “cheap hotels in Sacramento.” Until my dear sweet starving student of a husband noticed what I was doing.

I cannot say anything bad about my husband. He works long hard hours. He is a full-time student. He is an amazing father. He is a beyond wonderful man. But some times he does fall a little short on romance. Especially on this occasion when he insisted, “I’m not spending money on a Hotel when we have some place we can stay for free.”

Some place we can stay for free. At his mother’s house. For our 5 year anniversary.

So now instead of being whisked away to spend 3 carefree days and 2 steamy nights in glamorous New York City I have been reduced to sleeping at my mother in law’s house. In a full-size bed. Next door to my teenage sisters in law. With my 4 year old sleeping on the floor at the foot of our bed and my 2 year old most likely nestled between me and my husband.

You can see why a girl can start to look a bit desperate and crazy around the eyes.

So Jimmy, if you can help a girl out, please send us some tickets. We don’t even need chairs, we’ll sit at the back of the room and try and duck to see under the stage lights. Or we’ll dress up like cowboys and dance behind the Roots like that one guy did that one time (my husband says I was hallucinating but I swear I saw him) or if you can at least tell me the name of the musical guest I’ll make a last ditch effort to get in the band. Are the Roots having any kind of audtions?

If this is not within your power or your desires I can understand. But like the Moochers Association of America taught me, it never hurts to ask.

Many thanks!
-Kristina Foutz

kriskrisfoutz@gmail.com

p.s. I may have sent multiple copies of this letter to different places in the hopes that at least one got through to someone. So . . . if you get like 80 I am really terribly sorry.

Jimmy carefully considering my  request.