Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Number Eight

I officially hate eight....

I tried all day long to win a trip to Dublin to go see my boys play and drink Guiness in a pub. You may be familiar with this already but our radio station here had UTuesday- you had to listen for a U2 song and be caller number ten. Easy enough, I heard every single one. And called every single time.

And what did I get? Yep. Instead of the constant busy signal I heard- ring, ring...

Hello 103.7 the Mountain.
OH MY GOSH! AM I CALLER NUMBER TEN?!?!?
NO, you're number eight, try again. Click.


To get so close to that blarney stone would have been magnificent.

1 comment:

Regina said...

oh that sucks. you are almost super lucky!
r