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just when life gets interesting, i go missing. go figure! maybe i did that on purpose. or maybe not.
hot trash is sweeeeet. last week was good, our transitions were better. a guy called up to say, "i don't have a request or anything, i just wanted to thank you guys for what you're doing!" according to him, everything that we play is good and we should describe our format as "kick ass fuckin' rock music." heh. our buddy russ romance from the station called up. we played billy ocean's "get out of my dreams, get into my car" and told everyone on the air that russ requested it. HA. we announced the dj'ing gig that russ and his pal rotty were doing that nite, and beth accidentally called him "mr. rottyman" on the air. i guess it's only funny if you know who he is. today's show also ruled, except when i blanked out and forgot the phone number. charles from my minds eye called up to tell us he was listening, haha i love that guy. beth's dad called and tried to disguise his voice to request "hooka tooka." we caught him. angie called, and tim and one of beth's customers at work, ha. he rides in boats. also a guy from scene magazine called and he liked our show so much that he apparently wants to trade music with us, or something. that rules i guess. mr. rottyman called again, and friends of his. thanks to everyone who is PIMPIN OUT HOT TRASH, YO! we totally appreciate it. as much as it is for us to love, its for you guys too.
the other day i went to my family's house to do laundry. i helped my mom bake christmas cookies. she made me mad when she wouldn't defend me against my brother, so i took the cookie brush i was using, dipped it in egg white, and brushed her forehead straight across. then i took a handful of red, white and green sprinkles and slapped them against her forehead. IT RULED. she looked so festive.
last tuesday at improv was one of the most embarassing/funny things ever. they played at new game at the end since most of the professionals are gone. the one left, nate, announced that they would need a volunteer for the last skit. i heard him say, "you miss! you! come up here!" and when i looked, of course, he was pointing at me. i am going to get him for that. so he made me go up on stage and sit on a stool and answer a bunch of questions. then the group of actors did an entire skit based on my life and my answers. it was called "the story of erin's nightmare" and the guys kept pretending to be me. hahaha. one of them pretended to have a radio show and play green day. another pretended to work at a thrift store and when "i" had my back turned, the other two workers said "you know what i hate about erin? she always thinks she can be late because of her stupid radio show. and isn't it convenient how every time the skanky clothes come in, erin just happens to be outside on her smoke break?" haha it was the best. everyone that goes to improv now knows that i ate spaghetti for dinner and i have a cat named megadeth. oh yeah, one of the other guys even pretended to be megadeth, and sat up and said, "you know, i really hate the way erin treats me!" haaaaaa.
i met a boy who is the nicest boy ever and it is really freaking my shit out. he has a radio show at the station, too. how lame would a WCSB romance be?! in any event, i'm waiting to realize that it's a trick. i think i dreamt him up. it hasn't been like this - equal - in the longest time.
saturday nite was reserved as an andrew nite. me, beth and andrew went to get coffee and talked for hours. he is such a good kid. sometimes i don't know how it happened, but i love the fact that the three of us are best friends and need each other when something goes wrong. dang. i love my friends. all of em. to andrew: you are amazing, so don't you forget it. and shiiiiiit, i loved that nite:
"i put this on my nose cuz i thought it would be kinda funny...and it SMELLS!" -beth
"way to hog all the chicken sniff!" -me
"that's one thing i won't do to my wife is turn gay!" -andrew
"malnurished andrew wants all the truffles he can get!" -me
this is the first time in FOREVER that i like my life at this moment.
xoxo
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