I arrived at work at 6:35 this morning, in the middle of some really awful northeast weather. It's a mix of snow and slush and rain, with just enough wind to blow all the precipitation around and make for a real mess. It was pitch black out, and felt like it could be the middle of January. As I got out of the cab and walked towards the side entrance of Studio 1A, I noticed the crowd. It's one of the biggest crowds I've seen in the past couple of weeks. The entire plaza was filled with screaming, umbrella-accompanied fans. Despite the nasty weather, everyone was out in full force to enjoy the show this morning.
I often wonder who these superfans are. The weather is awful, and I personally wanted to turn off my alarm and roll back over this morning. But we're all here, and we're thrilled that our fans are still here too. I just spoke to some of them. I found some who had been waiting since 5:30 in the morning. Others dragged huge signs from their hotel many blocks away, trudging through the snow to get here in time for the show. I asked everyone if they considered not coming because of the weather, and they all looked at me like I was nuts. Then they all started screaming, and I'm now searching for some new eardrums.
So thanks to the incredibly dedicated fans who aren't deterred by the elements. Neither rain nor sleet nor snow... well, you get the point. We still make Al and the rest of the gang go outside on days with bad weather. And on a day like today, we're pleased to have throngs of folks for them to chat with, and commiserate with, about the snow.