93.9 FM

okay, so saturday was my birthday, and we took one of my gal-pals (who wishes to remain nameless) to the winery for a little bit of celebratory adult liquid refreshment. well, the sense of humor has grown at the winery since my last visit, because my formerly posh pink catawba is now called hankey pankey. the cab is little red pecker, the merlot is big red pecker and so on. after we pointed out to anyone that would listen, that steve the bartender gave us hankey pankey; the guitar player arrived (it turns out that steve's name was actually scott, but we decided that we could call him whatever we wanted to as long as we tipped him well). now, this guitar player's picture was totally hot! one of the reasons i chose this particular venue. in real three dimensional life he's, well, polite. he even laughed at our hankey pankey ramblings. todd (from the family owned and operated winery) and steve-scott asked him to sing "happy birthday" to me, and he did. we even offered him and chair during his intermission and he accepted it. so we chit-chatted about his life in new york city and whatnot.
after the wine-o's calmed down and decided that it would be best to get as far away from the winery as possible, we got in the car. i decided that not only did i absolutely have to have the radio on, but it just had to be a country station. (somebody should have told me that there was no guarantee that if i turned the country station on that lady antebellum would be playing.) well, i demanded that my unnameable gal pal press "4" on the dash, and she did. she's a huge country fan, so there were no objections. and i don't remember what station #4 is, but i knew that it's the one i just had to listen to.
then she got a little perturbed because 93.9 is NOT a country radio station.
it was, however, just after nine-thirty at night! wanna guess exactly just how far after nine thirty it was?
ahhhh, good times!