I've Been Burglarized!!!

Saturday started off great. I spent 3 hours and $300 in Target doing some retail therapy (breaks down to $100/hour for the mathematically challenged). Then spent the next 3 1/2 hours attempting to put up the fancy new shelves I bought for my bathroom on this unnecessary shopping spree of mine. However, after all that time the only things I accomplished were making too many nail holes in my wall and pissing off my neighbors. I made myself a salad then out the door to the station for our dry run show that evening. Btw (by the way- for the not so internet savvy), I forgot the wine on my way out and ran back up 3 flights of stairs because god forbid we actually do a show without alcohol.

(my new lop sided shelves)

The show was a lot of fun and we had all sorts of people hanging out and drinking, including our bosses. Radio might be the best job in the world for that reason alone. I felt excited and so pumped to be behind a mic (microphone) again so I could only of imagined how it felt for Wease being back on after all that time off. He was great!

2 hours and 4 bottles of wine later it was time for the after party for what else, more wine. We all walked outside to get into our seperate cars. However, it's kind of difficult to get into your car when there's shattered glass all over your seat and so much harder to find this ultra fancy club hidden in some alleyway when your GPS (Global Positioning System) has been stolen. Yes, I was burglarized! Not only was I robbed, but 911 rudely hung up on me. Now, I may have been yelling out things that some people might find offensive or even racist, but I WAS BURGLARIZED! What wasn't he understanding?

It was very interesting to me that everything worth any value in my car was taken, even the $0.87 in change I had in my cup holder, yet my iPod was left. I didn't know if I was happy about that or not because as Mrs. Wease (Doreen) pointed out, I must have had sh%# songs on it. Then I got kinda angry going through my iPod trying to figure out what songs didn't make the burglars cut. I bet it was all the Mariah Carey I had.

(everything gone but my ipod)

After standing around in the West New York warm weather (sarcasm) so long that my buzz was wearing off, we decided to just leave because apparently Rochester police do not show up to crime scenes. The Rochester PD might actually have better jobs then us radio folk. Jamie Lissow cleaned off the glass from my seat and put a towel down for me to sit on (such a sweet boy) then we all headed over to One Lounge. Imagine the horror on the valet's face when he saw my jeep with 3 windows pull up. I just screamed "I'VE BEEN BURGLARIZED" at him and I think he understood. I swear, if it weren't for the warm fuzzy feeling I got from all the wine I probably would have broke down in tears, but I didn't. Instead, I actually had the funnest and most memorable night in Rochester.