ARRRRBLLAAAHH! and random fact #4

So I have this confession to make. I am a talk radio junkie. My Tv hardly ever goes on during the day unless it's Charlie and Lola, Yo Gabba Gabba, or Ni hao Kai-lan related. I just stopped fighting the battle during the day with the kids. Plus since the invention of the DVR, I just watch Tv when I have time and record all my shows to watch whenever. I hate wasting time in front of the TV when I know that I have things that I should be doing instead. I'm neurotic I know.

So, anyways back to random fact #4. I heart talk radio like nothing else. My favorite is a local guy named Rick Emerson.

I have been listening to him everyday for the past 7 years or so.They are like my imaginary friends. My husband jokes about it because I tell him funny stuff that they say throughout the day like we were hanging out. It oddly makes me feel cooler than I really am . Not the sad little stay at home mom that reality really reflects :) I don't even come close to fitting his demographic, (which is I'm guessing men 18-35) but it keeps me entertained.

So a couple days ago, he had a giant listener party. We have gone to the past couple that they have had. It is seriously like the greatest hits of the super nerdiest the Portland metro area has to offer. We fit right in.

We did have an interesting experience while we were there though. My husband even felt the need to write in and share our experience with the rest of the listening audience.
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Dear Rick,

Last night we were standing behind a couple guys dressed up as pirates, and true to form, they were knocking back the grog like seasoned buccaneers.

As the night went on, however, we realized that one of the pirates was leaning over onto a table with his head in his hands.

Perhaps his peg leg was giving him slivers? Perhaps his parrot flew away?

Pirate 1: "Oh man, I'm feeling really sick. I think I drank too much. I'm sorry, man. I'm really sorry. Dude....."

Pirate 2: "It's ok, man. We've had a long day and you just drank too much. It's alright."

Pirate 1: "I think I'm going to vomit... I'm so sorry."

My wife and I look at each other with panic in our eyes because we're stuck where we are.

There's too many people packed in around us if we needed to jump to the side.

Hopelessly we watch "Greenface the Pirate" get closer and closer to his inevitable conclusion.

Our muscles and nerves were on edge like gazelles ready to jump into the air and over the crowd at the moment of chunder.

Luckily for us and everyone around who doesn't enjoy the smell of vomit, he just slowly turned and made his way out of the room.

We can only hope our courageous pirate made it to the bathroom where he safely scuttled his stomached and flushed it down to Davey Jones' Locker.


Best party ever.

-jason


Awesome!