Wait! Wait! I Fantasize!

When I walk to work, I go through a progression of thoughts. For the first two miles, I think: "Hey! I'm walking! Look at all these dogs! This sidewalk needs to be replaced! That cloud looks like a gymnast!" In the second stage, I retreat into my head, and start fantasizing. (See April 16, 2007)

And because I was going to see Wait! Wait! Don't tell me! that night, the majority of my fantasies were topically thematic and included becoming best friends with Mo Rocca and impressing Peter Sagal to the point that he convinces NRP to make me a panelist. Eventually, I abandoned those thoughts and went on to more realistic ones--winning Project Runway.

I had low expectations going to see Wait! Wait! I've listened to entire shows before without smirking. But J from work had brought it up as an idea for a combo-birthday event. The trick was she only wanted to go on days that featured Paula Poundstone on the panel, and I only want to go on days that had Mo Rocca.

Clearly, I had big, incomplete plans for Mo and me. It's like that episode of SouthPark with the gnomes. My plan went a little something like this:
Of course no amount of fantasizing could have prepared me for what happened: I became scared out of my mind! I had to drag J into the photo, and I couldn't say anything to him except, Thanx. Great show. And although it really was a hilarious show, I said this without enthusiasm and ran away. So, I'm not sure if Mo Rocca and I will be best friends, but, hey, I got my picture taked with Mo Rocca!

Photo is HERE!!




Can you tell I'm terrified of touching him? Hahaha!