Here it is July 2nd. Have you started your Christmas shopping yet? We are all on the clock. I have always felt that Memorial Day to Labor Day seems to be about three weeks. Labor Day to New Years takes just about a month it seems. I am preparing for my second annual July 4th picnic. Last year I had a lot of help from my girlfriend of the time. This year I am flying solo for it. Unless of course, Match.com comes through tonight.
My dad Bierne found an incredible deal on porterhouse steaks. So he called and asked about how many people would be there. I expect 10 or 12. So the good news is that Bierne is bringing steaks. The bad news is that Bierne is bringing steaks. I don’t cook. I order delivery. It is neither smart nor wise but it is the way it is. I realized that the paper plates I bought were worthless and I needed more silverware, particularly steak knives. While I was digesting that I was on my way to a liquor store that is a customer of mine. I passed a dollar store. Of course! In and out in a breeze, steak knives, plates and chairs. But when I got home I realized I forgot forks. I work again tomorrow. I pass lots of dollar stores.
I haven’t mentioned the email I received from a local TV station. They love this blog and want to interview me on the world of all things blog. I hope they know that WTIT stands for “Where Tape Is Tape”. Anyway that’ll be my story but that credit goes to Mimi Lenox who coined the phrase (before we met, although haven’t we known each other forever?) when writing a review of this blog for the old Bestest Blog site. I don’t know much more, but I am to be contacted next week. Cool!
My hot housekeeper phoned me Monday. And no it was not for a rendezvous (I wish…), she saw four bottles of unopened Godiva on my bar and wanted to know if she could buy one. There are two projects that I hate. Cleaning my grill or cleaning my blinds. I have lived here for four years and the blinds I have yet to touch. So I told her if she did both things she could take a bottle. She said that she’d be happy to do the extra cleaning but wanted to pay for the bottle. I had to say, “Hon, I paid a dollar for that 750ML of Godiva. Do the math, it is I who is getting the deal!” So I came home to a spotless grill and clean blinds.
I checked my email today. I saw a subject that said “Bud Weiser or Gary Hunter” (my radio name on real radio…) The message said: “Who ever the hell you are today. I just came across your webpage. Give me a shout back if this is you.” It was signed Dave Reilly. I had to search my memory. So while I was trying to place him I went on to his site DaveReilly.com. As soon as I got there I saw a photo of Dave doing stand-up. I thought, “DAVE!” He owned a comedy club called Lewney Toonz in the early 90’s and I pitched him on radio advertising. Because of him I won a sales contest and Harvey Wallbanger (former WTIT DJ and still my best friend) who was my roommate and I got to go to the Bahamas for nada. Dave pushed me to work for him as a DJ to warm up the audience and play music after the comedians finished.
It was the greatest club. After the comics we’d play songs and the whole staff of the club got into the act. My favorite was playing the song Paradise by the Dashboard Light. I’d lip sync Meat Loaf and not one but two very hot 20-something waitresses would do the female part. At times it looked like a threesome, but with our clothes on. The audience loved the bit. Before long Dave started screwing around with stand-up. He was great from day one. Dave Reilly is just a great guy. Always upbeat, always the life of the party. I am not at all surprised that is what he ended up doing. Check out his site. Tell him “The Hunter” sent you.