One of the perks of my job is that we basically exist to run events for our members. Sometimes those events have open bars. Hooray for blogging with a nice buzz!

Because I've had a few, I'll tell you a secret. That secret is that one of my lovely co-workers, Liz, is "best good buddies" with a lovely girl that interns at Austin City Limits. According to Liz's best good buddy (who happens to look exactly like Kim Catrall, otherwise known as Samantha from Sex and the City, except younger and prettier), we (meaning Brad, Liz, Andreia and I) have major face time on the upcoming Ozomatli ACL show.

Bear in mind, this is not necessarily a good thing.

Let's say you were at a taping of ACL and someone like Barry Manilow was the performer. (Listen, just to be clear - I know that ACL would never tape an episode with Barry Manilow. To be honest, I'm on a bit of a Barry Manilow kick today, so he was the first artist to pop into my head. We have a bunch of new CDs at work, and one of them is Barry Manilow Live, and so today I felt compelled to listen to "Mandy" three times in row. I was alone in the workroom, rocking out to "Mandy". That's right. Hitting Repeat. Oh, Mandy. You came, and you gave without taking. Then I put on "Copa, Copacabana" and rocked out again, just a little. At 10 a.m. Don't be jealous.)

So anyway, let's say Barry Manilow taped an episode of ACL, and you were in attendance. You would sit in your seat. You might stand for a second, but probably only to give a standing ovation. For the most part, you would sit, and you would listen. You might furrow your brow and close your eyes and shake your head slowly, dramatically, while you sing along with Barry, relishing the moment. You might pull out your lighter, flick it, hold it up, and burn the skin off your thumb while you sway right to left. If the camera happened to pan over your section, you might mouth, "Thank you, Barry, for everything," into the camera lens. Later, you might think, "Next time - two beers, not four. Definitely not four."

Now pretend you are at an Ozomatli taping. Never seen Ozo? Well, let me paint the picture: You are not sitting in your seat. You are standing, you are dancing, you are pushing your boyfriend behind you so that you have more room to dance. You are dancing and singing and jumping and dancing. Then you are looking at your boyfriend and saying, "Do you LOVE them or WHAT?" and then you are dancing. You are elbowing the girl beside you. You are pushing your boyfriend behind you again; you are dancing. And then, more dancing.

And then, you might hear from a friend that 80% of the crowd shots on that episode of ACL are of your section. Meaning that you, your boyfriend, your sister, and your friend are rocking your faces off on PBS. And that the fact that you shoved your boyfriend behind you is actually confirmed and caught on tape.

Well, that might call for another trip to the open bar, folks. That's all I'm saying.

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