Across the street from Radio City Music Hall, where women and men outfitted in dresses and suits were attending the NBC Upfronts, rested a solitary Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand. Wrapped around it were hundreds, if not thousands of jorts-wearing, costume-adorned Arrested Development superfans who were there for a treat. It was either fittingly symbolic, the fancy old (NBC) clashing with the referential new (Netflix), or we're all idiots.
Name tag passed out to everyone waiting in line, or the 1980's greatest new wave duo?
A fun thing I got to say to my fiancee today: "Take a picture of the slut."
Alas, he left his Segway at home. Maybe for the next revival?
"Oh, there's ALWAYS touching," he said later that night, probably, to an unsuspecting stranger.
Fans waiting in line weren't allowed to admire the interior of the banana stand or ask its two employees whether T-Bone or Annyong were working that day — we were quickly, though not rudely rushed through as quickly as possible, so that everyone could get their free frozen banana.
Said free frozen banana. The most commonly uttered sentence I heard: "I hate bananas...but this is alright."
We could only get the "Original Frozen Banana," but other fictional options included the On the Go-Go Banana, Giddy-Girly Banana, George Daddy, and Simple Simon.
Yup, I'm just a guy holding what appears to be a black man's frozen penis in the middle of the street. New York!
I want more like this!
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