Being on the radio was extremely fun. It was cool to watch Jennifer do the show and play around with the microphones. I had to phone in the neti pot portion of the show from the station's bathroom because of fears that mucus-laced saltwater might damage all the new studio equipment. Fair enough.
I'm pretty sure I sounded like a dork, but that was more or less the point. Plus my dad e-mailed me later to tell me that he listened in on the internet feed and it inspired him to pull out the neti pot I gave him for Father's Day*. So, see, it was all worthwhile.
The rest of the weekend was fine. Stayed up too late, slept too much, went out too often. I also went to Bed Bath and Beyond to spend some gift cards. I left with a silverware set, some storage tins, and the conviction that I would feel not one shred of guilt about Macing every single person in the place and then ramming my car into all the other cars in the parking lot until my front end fell off. Joolie hate shop.
But the silverware is all hefty and nicely balanced and probably doesn't taste like rust, and, most importantly, it matches, unlike some other silverware I could name. The storage tins are attractive, airtight, and will ensure weevil-free flour for years to come. Except for the secret temper-tantrum freakout at the end, it was a very adult sort of shopping excursion.
*I don't remember getting him anything else, but I sincerely hope I did because that's kind of a shitty present. At least he uses it.