This afternoon, on the way back from the bank to my office, I was stopped by a gentleman in Times Square handing out tickets to the taping of Letterman. With nothing better to do (aside from, say, actual work), and having never before attended such a thing, I decided to skip out the rest of the afternoon to attend.

In summary: the guests were good (Steve Martin, Amy Sedaris, The Foo Fighters), the sketches and Dave’s jokes were rather bland, and the incontrovertible highlight of the show was the poor makeup woman whose sole responsibility seemed to be sneaking on and off stage to quickly powder Paul Shaffer’s bald head between shots.