"You were nothing but a vanity project to me"

I found this t-shirt today. A WSPN t-shirt that was made my sophomore year, I believe. I haven't worn it ages. In fact, I had it in a pile of clothes I wanted to give to my friend Sara cuz she always liked them better than I did, but I never made it back to Brooklyn before moving to Chi, so that didn't happen.

Wearing this shirt has got me thinking about some of my favorite WSPN memories and thought I'd blog about it. How about reverse chronological order:

1. The last week of our senior year finding "WSPN, you were nothing but a vanity project to me," signed Alissa DeVogel on the whiteboard.
2. Alissa discovering 2+ year-old milk in the WSPN office fridge. I wasn't there. TG.
3. Finding "biddies" for Myles on Facebook instead of performing our music director duties. Other distractions included Shannon's giggle fits and marveling at Sam's height.
4. When Ike told me and Alissa that we were the upper crust of Skidmore society -- clearly because of our power held at WSPN.
5. Crying because moronic sophomores who called the station "wispin" were gaining power and we were getting old.
6. Having the school sponsor our passes to CMJ two years in a row. Which meant the school sponsored our attending open bar concerts and minimal conferences. RJD2 and Gang of Four show sponsored by Sauza Tequila being the true highlight. Also stopping at Mantee's in Westchester and eating ribs and rice his grandma made for us.
7. Discovering Rhonda. Watching Kelly Clarkson performing whiskey wasted on YouTube. Plunger bowling. All the things Mantonio showed me... Soulm8 4ever.
8. Breaking unwanted LPs by throwing them against the lockers with Laura and Nick in the middle of one drunken Saturday night.
9. Getting calls during an early morning show by a guy who told me he felt like 50 Cent without a G-Unit whenever he went to Wilton Mall and asked me if he went to college, if he would find his G-Unit. Did I have a G-Unit, he wondered?... I learned years later this dude was Charlie McC.
10. Gettin' mono.

Also, the free music and having first crack at it. Yeah, that was pretty great.

Sex in the Saratoga

Just Kidding. I am not trying to be the next Carrie Bradshaw as much as I like my sex...and my puns. But, I do have some questions and observations on singlehood. One time only theme for a post. I swear. But if you do draw parallels between me and someone, please make it Carrie and not Cathy. Ah. Yikes. Never. No Way.

A friend once told me I am not ready for a committed relationship because even though I liked a song on say 102.7, I couldn't just stick with it and still checked about 5 other stations. I wanted to tell her that was BS and that sometimes a girl just wants to hear Fergie more than "the real alternative," (and you know what Fergie, sometimes big girls do cry) but I said "Hmmm, that's interesting" and blew her comment off. But now I can't avoid this thought everytime I switch from a true gem on alma mater WSPN in hopes of hearing, dare I say, Avril? The friend was a Psych major in school, so part of me takes this observation to heart. Another part says, that's ridiculous and it's absolutely okay that sometimes I just want the perfect top 40 song... I guess if it were "perfect," it would probably be the top 1. Thoughts?

Has cooking salmon the lady behind the counter said was "a perfect filet for one" depressed me because she said that or because I listened to Cat Power while cooking it? I can't really get to the origin of this. Maybe I'll find it at the bottom of this bottle of wine. And if not there, the bottom of a Ben & Jerry's pint.

(OK, there's no ice cream...nor wine... just tea and cold medicine...if that's any better... but I actually have a cold!)

And reminder, I have no cats. Will never have cats.