Scott Muni R.I.P.
I’ve been a busy bee this morning.

First off, I have some really sad news, at least if you were or are a radio junkie..Scott Muni, a.k.a. Fats, died last night at a hospital in New York City. I worked with Fats briefly at WNEW, and he was really quite the character. Today is a sad day in radio history and his scratchy voice and sarcastic humor will be sorely missed by those who knew him.

Okay, so I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but still, it’s sad..

Next on the agenda…I sent out an evite to my bday party today. If you are my friend and did not receive this evite, this is not intentional, I probably just don’t have your email address..and trust me, there are A LOT of email addresses I don’t have. So please drop me a line, and tell me to screw myself for forgetting you, and then forgive me, and let me invite you to my party. Deal?

I slept on the Upper East Side last night. I hadn’t been there, done that, since 1998…which, in retrospect, is a long time ago. See, my ex used to live up here and after our 9 year relationship ended, the Upper East Side left a sour taste in my mouth. Now, I just prefer downtown, but it’s still bizarre to come up here. When you get to a place that used to be familiar, or remember a person who used to be alive, you get a weird feeling in your stomach. That’s how I felt last night. But it wasn’t bad, because after almost six years, well, actually after a few months, I knew I was over the relationship part of our relationship. I just wanted the friend. He couldn’t do it. Now we don’t talk. Now it doesn’t matter. Too much time. Too much has happened. And, shite, I’m turning 30 in less than a month!

Can you believe it?!