Never (or Always) Go on Air Tipsy / Someone Out There Cares

I believe the first part of the blog title is fairly self-explanatory... Well, we went on a beer run tonight, picked up 4 six-packs of varying beers (hey broski, two Heinekens!), including some kickass Victory Stouts (at least I think that was the name). Then my roommate Sam and I decided we absolutely had to see the new Resident Evil movie. Why? God knows, but Milla Jovovich is reason enough for me.

The movie was not all that great, typical RE stuff, and like many reviews had mentioned, it played out on screen much more like a video game than an actual movie. This may or may not be a problem for some portions of the movie-going public, but hey, it's Milla FUCKING Jovovich. Still, the movie did leave a lasting impression on me. I mean, going to the radio station at 2 AM and staying in a lonely basement for 2 hours is fun enough already, but when your mind is focused on fucking flesh-eating zombies, well, that's just infinitely more interesting. If there had been any kind of sudden noise, I swear I would have shit my pants.

However, the couple beers I knocked down right before going on air (which by the way is like a huge deal or something... apparently intoxicated people won't make good, professional DJ's?) did manage to take the edge off, and luckily I found a shitload of hip hop material I had not noticed before. Namely, "La di da di."

Apparently I was not the only one who found my show thoroughly enjoyable tonight/this morning. Granted I was above the legal limit, but my listeners are always fair, experienced judges. Anyways, just as I was getting ready to pull my last track and sign off for the night, the phone rings. Actually, the phone doesn't ring in the studio (duh) because that would be terrible for our sound going out over the airwaves if phones began ringing while DJ's were on the mic speaking. So technically, the phone begins flashing, because instead of ringing we installed this giant fucking strobe-light like mechanism. To be entirely honest, I debated whether or not to pick up the phone, but my conscience won out in the end (the same one that managed to not feel any guilt about drinking in the first place), and I picked up.

"Hello, WPRB."
"Hi, umm, which DJ is this?"
"Hi, my name's Cody."
"Cody? Hi. I just wanted to call in and say, well actually I used to work at WPRB, but anyways I was working tonight in Philly, and I just had a really bad night at work and it was really depressing. But on the way home I started listening to your show, and I don't know but it just really really cheered me up a lot to listen to your show, so thanks."
"Aww, well sure, glad to help."
"Yeah, it actually made me cry a little, I just, I dunno, but it was really good. I love your show."
"Thank you, that's sweet."
"Ok, well, goodnight, bye."
"Bye."

And that is why, the world is a good place. Thank you, anonymous girl working in Philly, for that little reminder. :-)