Yesterday, Corey Cox, the staff of BackseatSandbar.com, an intrepid Jack White fangirl named Cheryl, and I waited all day in the stupid sun for a secret Jack White/Conan O’Brien show. I was feet from the door, maybe sixth or seventh in a line of 400 or so. Of those 400, only about 250 entered. I was kicked out. It was 21+, and I’m still a month shy of that age designation. Might have gotten in too, were it not for a pudgy Whole Foods employee who sold me out to the security guard. Still, the waiting was a trip itself, as you can see from this video of Jack White throwing water bottles to everyone uploaded to pitchfork.com today. Those voices you hear are Me, Corey Cox, and a spacey chick with happy grass hidden in a sour patch kids box she kept in her purse.

Oh, it all worked out, because I hung out with Reggie Watts for part of the line. I know, right? I asked him if he could do anything to help me get in. He told me he’d check. When I saw him next, he said they’re not wavering on that 21+ thing, but to try to get in anyway. I was walking back to my car after Whole Foods sold me for 30 silver pieces when I saw Reggie again. I told him this would have been cool, since I was planning to go to Bonaroo this year, but was going to be in my cousin’s wedding that weekend. And by the time I’d found that out that tickets for Conan’s last show of his tour in Atlanta were gone. He said, “Oh. Just come to Atlanta. You’re on my guest list. I’ve got two spots left. Bring somebody.”

So that… happened.