Note: Even though our intern Torio hasn't been prominently featured on the site or in the videos, he's an integral part of this trip. What follows is the first entry in a new blog series: A Moment with Torio. Look for it every Thursday. Feel free to send him emails at firstname.lastname@example.org. -- Joe
A lot of people have been asking me, “Torio, what’s it like to be working for the Conan or Bust Tour?” Well, in order to answer this question best, I must paint a mental image in your head. First, close your eyes. How long did it take before you realized you couldn’t keep reading with your eyes closed? Awesome. The truth is, working for the CoB Tour has been great. I could talk to you about the luxurious thirty-dollar hotels, the game of real life Tetris I get to play when trying to fit our luggage and equipment into the car, or my newfound interest in the art of walking around with wet socks. But those are my treats, and I don’t want to share. I barely even know you.
Instead, let’s discuss something much more interesting: Top Ramen. I’m kidding, that would be a terrible blog topic. Although, don’t think I’m not keeping my eye on ramen prices. It’s like the poor man's stock market. Thirty-six cents per package? No way. But, when I see nineteen cents for the shrimp flavor? BUY BUY BUY.
Pressing on, let’s discuss the trip. It can be a battle remembering to have fun between the long hours of filming and hating my hotel room. But when I get the chance to take a moment to think about what we’re actually doing, I know it’s something worthwhile. Driving home, from a show last night, Joe said something to the effect of in this moment we’re having some serious fun, even if we don’t realize it most of the time. And he’s right, getting the chance to hit the road and go for it, is pretty badass. Then he pointed to one of the ugliest skies I’ve ever seen and said, “Look at that sky, it’s beautiful.” And I thought to myself, oh no, am I soaking in wisdom from a drunk guy? This is like when dad taught me how to drive all over again.
I hope nothing I’ve said has promoted the idea of living in the present moment. Dwelling in the past or looking forward to the future is way better. Like when I look to the past I think fondly of an awesome burrito I had a few days ago. Or when I look to the future, I imagine how fantastically delicious the next burrito I have will be. But here I am, living in the moment, in my cold damp hotel room... burritoless.