The podcast I was on was Jim's and Taylor's Flak Radio, recorded in a cat-free room in south Minneapolis. I was their guest as official winner of the "name the nasal sex spray" contest they held a few weeks ago. Specifically, I won a bottle of Reyka Vodka, pictured below in a nice bow they applied, and positioned in front of the only gold picture frame in my house, peripherally, I got to be guest on my first podcast and partake of a very good vodka tonic with lime and a delicious lemon bar. You can listen to the whole podcast at Flak Magazine and appreciate how Jim and Taylor seem to make me not sound as nervous as I felt while I was sitting there with the headphones on trying to remember that the appropriate proximity to the microphone was to be frenching it - for sound purposes. They comforted me by insisting they wash the microphone between guests - but we all know someone who lies about washing their hands in the bathroom, so who's to say.
I hope I wasn't too quiet or flustered, although when Jim asks me about what the kids are doing, I'm at a loss - after all, the "kids" in my life are 4, not 24. When I picture what they're up to (24 year olds, not 4 year olds), I imagine them all dressing up for the night and wandering around Uptown trying to score a few free drinks. Being so much older, I take advantage of not dressing up (because I'm not trying to attract anyone), sitting down at a restaurant in Uptown so I don't have to be on my feet, and buying my own drinks because they pay white collar ex-developers enough to drink the memory of our cube-confined days away.
Very good vodka, filtered through lava rocks as it is - you can even see a slight gray tint to the liquid from the filtering. If you know me and you're over, remind me to get it down and share a glass. And a big thanks to Jim (and family) and Taylor for having me on the show.
