Television

I was on television tonight. One of the local news crews interviewed me about a fundraiser we had for a family I've known for years. Their mom died of a sudden heart attack, and the teenage daughter found her mother's body when she came home from school. My friends scheduled the fundraiser to coincide with the closing of our favorite karaoke bar. It's closing due to the fact that the block were it's located was recently annexed by a town with a ban on the sale of alcohol by the glass.

I didn't want to be on TV. In theory, I think it's cool. But every time I encounter a news crew, I say something stupid, or I start stammering, or they ask me a question to which I don't know the answer. I tried to get out of being on TV tonight, but RMJ and RB insisted that I was the "spokesperson." And the camera guy and the reporter stood there looking at me. So ... I took one for the team and allowed myself to be filmed. I don't think I said anything stupid. I didn't stammer. But of course, they asked me a question and I didn't know the answer. I hate when that happens. When I saw my mom she asked, "How come you didn't tell me you were gonna be on the news?"

Oh, almost forgot. When the server brought my bill, she said "Your first drink was paid for by the big guy over there." I thought "big guy" referred to the owner, to whom I had just been talking. Nooooo .... "big guy" was actually a reference to some big guy sitting at a table in a back corner of the bar. I decided against going over to say "thanks"; you know ... didn't want to give him the wrong impression. In an effort to not seem ungrateful, I waved in his direction as I was saying goodbye to my friends. It was the most masculine wave I could muster. I don't think he saw me as he was talking to someone.

Well, just in case the big guy ever reads this, I want to say: "Thanks for the drink big guy. Hoss. Bro. Amigo. Partn ... wait, not partner. Definitely not partner."