I was sneaky and didn't tell you that on Friday night, I was on the radio. Pirate Cat Radio, that is. I wasn't sure how it would go, so I kept that little tidbit to myself. Next time I'll be more forthcoming. It was, after all, terribly entertaining. Well, I was entertained, but I really can't speak for anyone else.
As I mentioned a while back, Jess (AKA "popvulture") started a radio show based on our column -- She Said, She Said -- in October. This She wasn't in the right place for it three months ago, but the other She finally convinced me to come down to the studio for her Very Special Birthday Show on Friday.
As She promised, we talked about Rosemary Kennedy and my husband Nick Lachey, and we pretend-mooned the audience. I too show no remorse. It will come as no surprise to hear that I took the opportunity to share a Bishop Allen song, or that I then retold my tale of photos with the band. I got to use the word "waterbed" at least five times, and we drank champage straight from the bottle. To end on an appropriately 70s note, I played a song by Bread (in honor of the guitarist who died last week). Jen cried, so I feel accomplished, and lucky to have had the hindsight to keep that high school CD.
We also wondered where Catherine Bach, the original Daisy Duke, has been these days. Here she is. Looking a bit pained.
You can listen online on Fridays at 6 p.m.
After the show we had a start-to-finish fabulous dinner at Bissap Baobab and then I overstayed my welcome at the birthday girl's apartment. She should know better than to introduce me to Karaoke Revolution at 12 a.m. on a Friday night.
Other additions to the "why I love San Francisco" list this weekend include a phone call from Sue this morning that told of a crashed 80s party with at least one Billy Idol in attendance; a pilates instructor that says "okay everybody, GRAB YOUR BALLS!" without the slightest trace of irony; and a gorgeous, sunny 70-degree day after two straight weeks of rain. In January.
However, the pickle selection in Safeway really leaves a lot to be desired.
As I mentioned a while back, Jess (AKA "popvulture") started a radio show based on our column -- She Said, She Said -- in October. This She wasn't in the right place for it three months ago, but the other She finally convinced me to come down to the studio for her Very Special Birthday Show on Friday.
As She promised, we talked about Rosemary Kennedy and my husband Nick Lachey, and we pretend-mooned the audience. I too show no remorse. It will come as no surprise to hear that I took the opportunity to share a Bishop Allen song, or that I then retold my tale of photos with the band. I got to use the word "waterbed" at least five times, and we drank champage straight from the bottle. To end on an appropriately 70s note, I played a song by Bread (in honor of the guitarist who died last week). Jen cried, so I feel accomplished, and lucky to have had the hindsight to keep that high school CD.
We also wondered where Catherine Bach, the original Daisy Duke, has been these days. Here she is. Looking a bit pained.
You can listen online on Fridays at 6 p.m.
After the show we had a start-to-finish fabulous dinner at Bissap Baobab and then I overstayed my welcome at the birthday girl's apartment. She should know better than to introduce me to Karaoke Revolution at 12 a.m. on a Friday night.
Other additions to the "why I love San Francisco" list this weekend include a phone call from Sue this morning that told of a crashed 80s party with at least one Billy Idol in attendance; a pilates instructor that says "okay everybody, GRAB YOUR BALLS!" without the slightest trace of irony; and a gorgeous, sunny 70-degree day after two straight weeks of rain. In January.
However, the pickle selection in Safeway really leaves a lot to be desired.
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