Remember those 15 minutes of fame I was so worked up about the day before yesterday?
Good news is, my 15 minutes are all still intact.
Bad news is: Turns out that even though I have a face suitable for radio, I apparently don't have the voice for it.
Yes, I was cut from the segment. Do they even 'cut' you in radio though? What's the correct jargon for such a heart-wrenching and cruel act?
Well, if they don't "cut" you in radio, then let's just say that I was taped over, or whatever else those radio editors do to those fools like me who never make it onto the air.
If I sound awfully sorry for myself, it's 'cause I am. Bringing shame to the family name like this! (All my relatives were gathered 'round the stereo today in great anticipation of my international radio debut. To make matters worse (if that's even possible), the segment in question was saved until the very last fraction of the hour-long show. So my poor family had to sit through the ENTIRE show before discovering that I was... if not cut, can I say erased?)
I begged my mom to tell everyone that I had just played a little joke on them all; that I was never really going to be on the radio in the first place and that I had just wanted to make them get up at the crack of dawn on their vacation because I thought it would be funny.
But even if she would've told them that, I don't know how I would've explained the fact that I happened to know exactly what the topic of that particular segment was going to be!
Oh, the humiliation!
Anyway, so never mind what video did to the radio star. Radio avenged itself early this morning by snuffing out Red's star before it even had the opportunity to dimly twinkle.
And to add even further insult to injury?
I'd be mad too!
But don't feel bad about the lack of plan for New Years. I did a whole lot of nothing, including a brief blog at 11:45pm.
It's lonely being such a socialite.