Making reparations: An update

So I was a total chicken shit and couldn't bring myself to apologize to the Dunkin' Donuts crew at first, but because I said publicly that I would apologize, before I left for the radio station on Saturday morning, I penned an apology note in a blank-inside card. When I got to the drive-through window, I gave it to the lady and asked her to pass it to the manager who I could see clearly behind her. She looked at me like I was a madman. I said to her, "I was in here a couple weeks ago and I acted like an asshole and I'm sorry. This is an apology note." And then she looked at me like I was crazier, and I drove away.

As I drove away, I cried a little bit, but then pulled myself together just fine.

I had a lot of mixed emotions about the whole thing. I was worried about embarrassing myself further by making a too-showy apology or accidentally crying in front of the crew. Passing a hand-written note with my name attached I think made a statement. I'm not quite sure how it went over, of course, because I didn't stick around to find out. But I feel better about the whole thing knowing I made it right.

The end.

ZZZzzzzz

Well, I've gone and done it again.

I'm not much for jazz, I admit. But when Scott's pal Doug invited us to a jazz show tonight to celebrate his birthday, I said, "Yes, sign me up!"

And then, while the Fred Anderson/Chad Taylor Duo were ripping it up on the stage, I was snnxxing it up in the audience.

Yes, I fell asleep.

Anyone who was there would ask, "Hey, how did you fall asleep!? Those guys were ripping it up!"

I have no idea. But I really fell asleep - I was having dreams and everything.

All I can say is that I'm powerfully tired out. Also, red with shame.