The Time I Crashed Howard Stern's 60th Birthday Party And Some Takeaways
Takeaway 3: Crashing a party requires a premiere outfit
I have been obsessed with Howard Stern since I was in art school in Philadelphia. I used to listen to him when I drove to school in my old purple Volvo. Sometimes I’d even try to call in. I got through once. I talked to him about how I was a go go dancing my way through art school. He said I was creeping him out and hung up on me. That was a fair and reasonable response!
Takeaway 1: That was around the time I first started learning that it’s important to consider who you’re telling what, and under which circumstances. I never have gotten to thank him for that.
When I was a tween and teen, I was shy and weird; not to say I’m no longer shy or weird—I’m still both, to be sure, but I’ve been able to manage them a lot better. A part of me even thinks I might be undiagnosed and on some degree of the spectrum, but you’re not paying me to tell you about my health concerns.
Regardless, I have been a Howard Stern fan since before it was cool. I sang the harmony in a parody of Afternoon Delight with Lil’ Mikey called Wackin’ Off Tonight, and one of the thrills of my life was Howard Stern introducing me.
So, when I heard he was having a huge birthday party in New York City, I decided I absolutely had to go. I knew tickets would be impossible to get, and expensive, so I
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