Do you ever listen to the radio station in the car and hear those contests to win concert tickets?
Have you ever sifted around in your messy purse, looking for your cell phone so you can call in and have a chance at winning some, only to waste so much time looking for the darn thing that you missed your opportunity to call in the first place?
Well, my purse just so happened to be recently de-cluttered, thanks to you all. I had my cell ready to rock when the ticket window opened on my favorite radio station, 103.7 The Mountain.
I grabbed my antiquated Sony Ericsson and dialed.
I dialed again.
Third time's the charm, right? (remember the old blog name?)
I dialed one more time.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
A hysterical me was heard over the radiowaves by at least three people who called me immediately after the call was aired. I am such a dork.
"Hi, The Mountain," said the lovely DJ.
"OMG, what caller am I?" I said, just like those other dorks who call in.
"You're caller 10!"
"What is your name?"
I tell her my name.
"Where are you calling from?"
I tell her my hometown.
"And, what do you do out there in ______________?" she asks.
"I'm a MOM!"
"Well, you've just won a night out on the town to see Lyle Lovett!"
All the moms are jumping up and down, giving high fives that one of their own has just won a night away from the kids.
I wonder if they provide babysitters along with those sa-weet tickets? Either way, I can't wait. Lyle, here I come . . .
Now, if only I could win myself some Dave Matthews Band tickets. . . then, my world would be complete.
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