The Maury Experience

4 03 2009


Last Friday (apologies for the delay in posting this), I had the great pleasure of attending the Maury Povich Show.  Always on the prowl for fun, free activities in the city, I couldn’t resist the temptation of two free Maury tickets for last Friday.  Well, more like one Maury postcard that said “2” on it.  


My Maury Experience began at 6:45 am on Friday morning.  The postcard said to be there at 8am, and I suspected there would be a line, so I forced my boyfriend to get up and we schlepped all the way across town (stopping for bagels and coffee) to 15 Penn Plaza aka the Pennsylvania Hotel.  We got there at 7:40 and there was a line…a long line.  A line of 151 people to be exact.  Despite the early hour, the people on the line were in good spirits, many of them smoking, drinking coffee and yelling for Maury.  I looked at my Maury postcard and realized that it said “this ticket does not guarantee admission” on it in small print.  I began to feel worried that we wouldn’t be admitted to the Maury show at all.  A lot of time passed. I mean, like two hours.  I was starting to get pissed. The other people on line were beginning to grow impatient. Some sluttly girls tried to cut the line and so did a person in a wheelchair who didn’t even have a ticket.



the sign outside the Maury Show

the sign outside the Maury Show




A Maury mignon came outside to have people sign a clipboard.  Then he walked up the line to check tickets and started giving out purple wristbands with numbers on them.  Mine was “152” and my boyfriend’s was “151”.  We grew worried that only 150 people would be able to fit into the auditorium.  At one point, I was even grumpy.  The Maury mignon said there would be two shows, and that 170 people could fit in each. BOOYAH.  At about 10:20, we were let inside into a waiting area with ropes.  At 10:30, we were led up the stairs and through a waiting room. We traveled through the waiting room and were told we could enter the auditorium.  At this point, the auditorium was almost full.  For a brief second, I was worried I wouldn’t get to sit next to my boyfriend.  A production assistant pointed to two seats in the front row and told us to sit there.  AHHHH.


I can’t give too much away since the episode hasn’t aired yet, but there was a lot of baby mama drama, yelling, thumbs-downing, jeering and even a man wearing a lime-green suit. And the best part: after the show, everyone got free pizza.  My conclusion: Maury is the MAN.  He has a special way with all of the people who come on his show.  He even followed one of them into the women’s bathroom after she realized that her sister’s boyfriend was not the father of her child. Now if that’s not a good person, I don’t know what is.




The view from our seats. MONEY!








6 responses

6 03 2009
Marina Rey

Ha ha, I hope I can catch this episode now. I’ve always kinda wondered what it would’ve been like to be the audience member for the Riki Lake show, back when I was a kid….

1 06 2009

me and my friend wanted to go to Maury for my birthday hope we get in but it sounds like it was worth the wait

4 06 2009

This is going to sound ridiculous, but I am watching this episode right now (June 4, 2009). It is a 2-part episode, and I won’t be at home tomorrow to catch the second part when they reveal the test results.

Did Justin end up being Aerial’s baby’s father? If it helps, Aerial was the white girl whose brother kept yelling at Justin that he did not deserve to be called a man (or even a boy).

Thanks for helping!

24 06 2009

I’m sorry to say that I literally don’t remember whether he was the father or not because I was so distracted by Ariel’s brother who kept yelling “you’re not a man you’re a boy!!”

27 10 2009

I am curious how someone gets seated in the first couple of rows-Is that possible?

16 01 2010

Yup! Justin WAS the father!

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