Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: Connor Storrie glides across the ice, his eyes locked on a man skating toward him, someone equally drawn to him: It’s Hudson Williams.
When Storrie, who admitted in his opening monologue that he cried when he got the call to host Saturday Night Live, reached his arms out toward his Heated Rivalry co-star and bestie, there was a non-zero chance that clothes were about to be shed and bodily fluids exchanged. But, as the studio audience screeched, instead of taking a turn for the romantic, the two leaned hard into bromance as half of a quartet of dudes who were absolutely thrilled to be ice skating together at Rockefeller Center during a very wholesome bachelor party.
“I love being in my forties!” Storrie (who is 26 in real life) cried giddily while participating in such activities as a multi-man “Walk Like an Egyptian” moment, pretending to be an airplane, and, obviously, a choo-choo train. This is, to say the least, a distraction to the couple who are in the midst of breaking up rinkside after a jilted proposal.
When Williams arrives, proclaiming, “Sorry I’m late, fellas, but I have a serious question. Who’s ready to skate their butts off?” the delight only increased.
Williams’ cameo came early in the show, allowing Storrie to show off what he was capable of—a lot, as it turns out!—without the question of whether Williams would appear. The two introduced musical guest Mumford and Sons’ first number together, and Williams stood by his man at the final goodbyes, but Saturday’s SNL was assuredly all about Storrie, not Heated Rivalry, and not Williams.
