Sunday, February 1, 2009

Ricki, Don't Lose That Number

And now we're back with our regularly scheduled programming. Already in progress. So that we're all caught up, we're in the process of hearing my very long, unnecessarily and overly dramatized story about how and why (on Earth) I was on the Ricki Lake Show. We've established that I was young.

What we haven't covered yet, was that my best friend in college was an adventurer, a regular mountain climber of excitement, a smart and brazen combination of youthful spirit and capriciousness. It would be immature and lame to forgo all responsibility for my actions and blame someone else.

It was all her fault. She found out about the call from the Ricki Lake producer, and, since I hadn't even mentioned this dude to her as yet, the dude from the camp. Whom we are calling "J." And she was R-E-L-E-N-T-L-E-S-S.

Her: "Let's go! Let's go gallivanting around New York City!"
Me: "'We?' They called me."
Her: "Well, just tell them that I'm coming too!"
Me: "I should just inform them who is coming onto their show?"
Her: "Yes! Free ticket to New York! We'll skip the show!"
Me: "Hm.. That is a good idea."
Her: "Let's go! We'll just gallivant around the city for a while, then fly home!"
Me: "So what if they cancel our return flights?"
Her: "Who cares? We'll get home! I have a final that day though."
Me: "Well, you have to skip it. And when did you start saying 'gallivanting'?"

So, I call the show back, or, more accurately, they call me back to follow up. Again. And I tell them I have this friend. They tell me to bring her on the show, too. They tell me a bunch of stuff that I need to hear to be even remotely interested in following through with this. Meanwhile, I have NOT spoken to 'J' about any of this. In fact, I haven't talked to him in a few months. I'm not sure I could recognize him right now.

Another extremely important piece of information: I call my Mom, to tell her about all of this. The extreme excitement of it all. She listens. She sighs. She absolutely forbids me from going on a show such as this one. Done, and done! (And now-poof! I have a child as stubborn and rebellious as I was. Karma. Arrgh.)

Long story short (too late!) the Pope is in town. At the exact same time. All hotels are sold out, booked, or we are gravely lied to and naive. Probably both. In any case, we are booked into a hotel in New Jersey. Told the times to appear for the limo to pick us up.

The limo does, in fact show up at the airport. It also shows up at the hotel, and we.. looking around at our various options of Waffle Houses and 7-Elevens in New Jersey, decide to get in. It does, in fact, take us directly to the Ricki Lake show, where, surprisingly, there is a line around the building to get in. (This is the 90s, remember.) We, in possession of all our faculties and stepping out of a limo in New York, feeling like the rock stars we believe ourselves to be, are escorted into a special door to a special elevator to a special private room.

Gallivanting plot is FOILED. Damn you, Ricki.

I haven't told anyone this story in a long time (like, since college) and it's taking all my faculties now to remember how this went. ERGO, part three, the final chapter, will resume tomorrow. Avec les pictures (no screen shots, sorry).

7 comments:

K February 2, 2009 at 4:34 AM  

Thanks for part 2 (so far it's really not as embarassing as you think it is - really - nobody will jude and we all did dumb things in college).

Jeanne February 2, 2009 at 4:58 AM  

I'm really going to have to get out those drinking pictures, aren't I? (BTW - loving this story. Not all stories can be summarized in 50 words or less, I'm glad you're taking the time to do it justice. The suspense is building nicely!)

CDB February 2, 2009 at 8:20 AM  

@Kim.. hmm.. so you're saying it's BORING. Well, I haven't quite mentioned the juiciest part(s) yet. I'll get there.
@Jeanne..I'm about to get my scanner going! This is horribly embarrassing, so you must (MUST) post your b-day dozen drinks pics.

Keely February 2, 2009 at 8:32 AM  

Not too long at all! Good stories require background and buildup!

Blicky Kitty February 2, 2009 at 10:51 AM  

Damn * shakes fist* what about my instant gratification?
Haha I'll be back tomorrow!

K February 2, 2009 at 12:06 PM  

I don't think it's boring, just not horrifying embarassing. I just meant nobody would judge - that's all

And because I'm a big dork - I actually googled "meme" at one point - check out wikipedia (they have all the answers and I love them)- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme

High Heeled Mama February 2, 2009 at 2:39 PM  

Can't wait for the next part of this story! :)

SiteMeter

Copyright

Copyright © 2008-2009 C.D. Bucher. The content on these pages, including text and images are the sole property of the author and may not be used or reproduced in any manner without consent. All Rights Reserved.

  © Blogger templates The Professional Template by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008

Back to TOP