I was exhausted after all this. I went to my dad's house and nearly went to sleep at 6pm, but decided to stay up to eat dinner. I haven't eaten or slept properly in a week, and it's probably a significant factor in my mood. I also didn't sleep a lot that night, because I woke up at 4am on Friday to drive to New York City. Why? Because there was to be a free Huey Lewis and the News concert in Bryant Park for Good Morning America, and what better way to celebrate the end of my bar exam hell with a HLN concert? A free one, no less.
Fortunately having checked my email at the hotel I was able to discover in time an offer for VIP entry to the show. As a result I was able to get right up front. But them, while we were waiting, these two guys came into the crowd with a box. Claiming to be from the band's record label (without indicating what label that was) they took out of the box a series of tacky (in more ways than one...), obviously hand-painted, styrofoam letters that spelled out "We [heart] Huey." Somehow or another, when the other fans who were very enthusiastic about holding up the letters finally figured out how to correctly spell "Huey," I was left holding a "Y." I'm really not sure how that happened, but now I can say that I've at last achieved a life-long dream of holding a "Y" on national TV. (You can see a bit of me and the blue "Y" at the end of the video here.) I did a very nice job holding the "Y," if I do say so myself, because I was very afraid of being accused of negligently waving my "Y." I really did think that to myself, in so many words. After which I really wanted to slap myself.