The crew mills around in front of the Guggs.
First of all I didn’t even know that show was still on. It would seem that I have nothing but apathy for ABC. I have no idea what is actually on that channel. Even Scrubs starring my beloved Zach Braff is apparently still on that channel. New episodes and everything, but I still haven’t bothered to try watching it. I thought that show was done when they took it off ABC.
(Please don’t put Conan on ABC. I want to actually watch him once he’s no longer legally prohibited from television.)
This is now the second time that the Entertainment industry has snubbed me. First Warner Bros. never paid me for We Are Marshall, but they certainly reported that income to the IRS. (Granted this was $75 bucks, not enough to buy Mcconaughey a bag of pot.)
Maybe, I’m getting ahead of myself. We never actually made it to the Guggenheim on our first trip to New York. So this time we made sure to go there. The architecture is a big deal, but I have no idea what is inside it. I still don’t. Well, except for the Ugly Betty cast and crew. I can only assume they are still there.
While walking down the street I noticed a car parked with a tiny sign in the window, “Ugly Betty Crew”. So I thought “huh, I guess someone that lives in this neighborhood works on the show.” Three more cars, and I begin to be suspicious.
There is an array of lights at the entrance. We walk in and mind you no one stops us. In fact if we never tried to purchase tickets, we might have gotten after all. It was no longer the lobby of the Guggenheim, but the set of Ugly Betty. If I hadn’t broken the illusion by asking someone about it, I probably could have remained in their world forever. An Extra walking around and looking at the pictures forever in celluloid limbo.
Once again not paid.
However, the Union crew glared at us until we sulked across the street into Central Park. A car was parked there in the park. Right beside the no parking sign. The crew of Ugly Betty cannot be bound by the mere courts of Men!
So instead I went and took pictures of Belvedere Castle. Probably had more fun doing that too. It would have closed by the time I got out of the Guggs.
Surveying my kingdom. A bird sanctuary and frozen over hockey field.
And while, this is probably a much better story than “I went to a museum and saw a tissue box.” I still feel bitter, because once again I’ve written something and found out it came from TV.
