Walked the treadmill for a full hour just to see the end of Law and Order :-D Damn rich bitch got aquitted. anyway.
On the way home I stop at McDonalds for a salad and find out that they have these funky "adult happy meals" where you can get soda or water with the salad as well as a little pedometer that tells you how many steps you walked in a day - called an "active meal". I didn't get it, but it was cute nonetheless, especially the dorky but sweet lady who gave me my food and told me all about it because I giggled when she said over the intercom "would you like to make an 'active meal' of that?"
So I'm packing up my shit to get out of the car and my favorite song, "Mayonnaise" by the smashing pumpkins comes on and I decide if I run really fast up the stairs I can listen to the end by the time I get upstairs. I make it, pour a glass of red wine (a horrendously cheap merlot) and gobble my salad and decide tv sucks so I just keep listening to the radio and happily sorting through old magazines. I hear one of those "be caller 10 now" things and make it through only to be #6. I think, that's cool, I've never even gotten through before.
I'm mellowing out and melting down and overall feeling great from the excercise, nourishment, and wine, and while I'm reading " The Advocate" summer movie previews, I hear this incredible cover of Wonderwall... I figure what the hell, and call again to find out who the artist is. I get through, and I'm talking to Paul Driscoll. I'm well lubricated by wine of course, but just enough to sound sexy, not idiotic (I hope) and I ask him and he tells me it was Ryan Adams. "No kidding, the guy who did the alt. country stuff?" and he says yeah, like he's all excited that I knew what kind of music the guy did. And we chat and I tell him how ocol it is that I'm talking to him because it reminds me of doing college radio and how I loved chatting with people during songs. I mention that I was caller 6 earlier and he thinks that's so cool he decides to qualify me after all for tickets to Lollapalooza in atlanta, and I get a free Morissey cd.
the guy made my night :o) had to share.
::slips off into naked, tipsy, blissful coma::
On the way home I stop at McDonalds for a salad and find out that they have these funky "adult happy meals" where you can get soda or water with the salad as well as a little pedometer that tells you how many steps you walked in a day - called an "active meal". I didn't get it, but it was cute nonetheless, especially the dorky but sweet lady who gave me my food and told me all about it because I giggled when she said over the intercom "would you like to make an 'active meal' of that?"
So I'm packing up my shit to get out of the car and my favorite song, "Mayonnaise" by the smashing pumpkins comes on and I decide if I run really fast up the stairs I can listen to the end by the time I get upstairs. I make it, pour a glass of red wine (a horrendously cheap merlot) and gobble my salad and decide tv sucks so I just keep listening to the radio and happily sorting through old magazines. I hear one of those "be caller 10 now" things and make it through only to be #6. I think, that's cool, I've never even gotten through before.
I'm mellowing out and melting down and overall feeling great from the excercise, nourishment, and wine, and while I'm reading " The Advocate" summer movie previews, I hear this incredible cover of Wonderwall... I figure what the hell, and call again to find out who the artist is. I get through, and I'm talking to Paul Driscoll. I'm well lubricated by wine of course, but just enough to sound sexy, not idiotic (I hope) and I ask him and he tells me it was Ryan Adams. "No kidding, the guy who did the alt. country stuff?" and he says yeah, like he's all excited that I knew what kind of music the guy did. And we chat and I tell him how ocol it is that I'm talking to him because it reminds me of doing college radio and how I loved chatting with people during songs. I mention that I was caller 6 earlier and he thinks that's so cool he decides to qualify me after all for tickets to Lollapalooza in atlanta, and I get a free Morissey cd.
the guy made my night :o) had to share.
::slips off into naked, tipsy, blissful coma::