At 11 am, after the sun has busted up the fog party, I am at Jimmy John's in downtown. There is a conveniently placed loading zone right in front which I park in. The sandwiches are ready I head back to Dexter and Denny. I am hungry and eat 5 sandwiches. Mistake.
I have also volunteered to do data entry for 3 hours, which consists of transcribing phone pledge sheets into the computer. Someone is giving massages in a live performance studio. This strikes me as odd and kind of charming; KEXP is just that kind of place. I imagine some kind of technical snafu that accidentally broadcasts the sounds of someone's massage. This kind of craziness would not be to surprising during the mania that is pledge week.
Being a long time, religious listener of KEXP, I am still a little stars-struck when I see some of the DJ's in the flesh. "Omigod, John in the Morning is totally eating one of the donuts I just brought!" "Wow, Kevin Cole just touched my shoulder as he passed me in the hallway! (giggle)". A tiny kernel of me still feels a bit schoolgirl about it all.
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