I’ve hit a dilemma for this weekend. We’re supposed to go to Columbus to see a Chiodos in-store appearance. I love Chiodos (apparently because they’re hot and not because they’re good) and they’re probably my favorite band at the mo’. They write the kind of songs that I would write.
If I could write songs.
Which I can’t, in case you were wondering.
But then today on the way to work, I heard a radio ad for World of Wheels which is apparently taking the Convention Center by storm this weekend. I started to tune it out, because car shows are stupid. But then I heard the excited announcer proudly shout that Mater from "Cars" is going to be there. Immediately I start picturing my kid, happier than an orphan being spoon-fed porridge by Santa’s arthritic hand, hugging a real life version of his beloved tow truck.
But Chiodos is more important than making the kid smile, I reminded myself.
I started to tune it out once more, but the announcer came back at me with a secret weapon — Drake Hogestyn, better known as John Black from "Days of Our Lives." HENRY’S FAVORITE SOAP PERSONALITY.
I dialed Henry with the urgency of an ER after a meth lab explosion.
"We have a problem!" I yelled, out of breath from all the excitement.
He loves it when I make calls like that while I’m driving. Loves it.
I quickly told him about the car show, about how Mater is going to be there. "And there’s someone else," I teased. "Someone that you REALLY LIKE."
"Who?" There was trepidation in his voice.
But I think there’s a chance we can do both. I really might die if I don’t get a picture of Henry and John Black. I really might die.