Two days ago I attended the live studio audience of The Daily Show With Jon Stewart in New York City.

(apparently with the black strap of what I call my “Iron Maiden” spanx torture thingy showing all day)

I was very fortunate to have attended this fanfuckingtastic event with three blogger pals:

(from L- yours truly, Jason of @OutnumberedIsMe, @amydpp (who did a post about the trip here) and Nic from @MyBottlesUp (her post about it is here. Note: all three of us ladies are from the great state of Maryland, while Jason is some kind of legal gangster who has Prada sunglasses and shady black cars in which to drive us around NYC. Baller.)

We also went to lunch:

(What? I had olives for lunch. Aren’t they a vegetable? Photo stolen from Nic.)

And then we arrived at the Daily Show studio, which you should know has a sign over it reading:

They played awesome rocking 80s music, had a cool stand-up comedian fluffing up the crowd prior to Jon Stewart’s entry- it was totally rock staresque and fab.

Amy’s version of the day is pretty detailed, but I will describe my memory of it.

Jon Stewart entered with a rock star welcome. He asked if anyone in the audience had any questions. Nic was nudging me like mad to ask a question. However, I, like a lovesick schoolgirl, couldn’t move much less raise my hand to ask a question.

Suddenly Amy stood up (we were in the back row in a tv studio of about 250 people- so like maybe row 12 or so?) and before I knew it, Jon was acknowledging her. She said she was with some bloggers and asked him what we should write about him. He joked about us not mentioning how short he is. Then, much to my simultaneous horror and delight and mortification, Amy said something like ‘here’s one of our most popular bloggers, Mary’ (Jason has justifiably demanded a recount) and I simply began to melt, because Jon Stewart then ADDRESSED ME (helpmeSamanthaBee) and asked what I write about.

I had only a moment to freeze, and then I (blushing like a whore in church) said:

“Basically I just blog every day about how hot you are.”

Then?

He laughed.

Jon Stewart laughed.

This Jon Stewart, who I worship more than any other celebrity:

He laughed- and so did the whole audience.

WOW!

Then he did the funniest thing ever- he spun around, lifted up his suit tails and said “I am just going to walk back to my desk now” and he did this like strip-tease-mock-sexy, ass-strut thing.

He also then relayed the fact that the show dresses him up in a suit and hair and makeup but that when he is walking around the streets in shorts and a tshirt and baseball hat and people ask him if he is Jon Stewart and he says yes, they say “Are you ok?”

Hilarious.

Then we had passionate sex on his news desk and I got pregnant with our love child.

Oops- I think I dozed off there for a second…

Here’s the link to the full episode and omg yes you can hear us all (especially my pal Nic hooting and hollering) at least a few times. I laughed, got hoarse from yelling, and had a complete blast. Thanks so much, Amy- for the tickets and a SUPER fun day!

On a commercial break, I turned to Nic, and in what is sort of quickly becoming my slogantastic quote of the day, said,

“Jon Stewart talked to me with his ass.”