The excitement begins when the bats join in the merriment!
(The only way you'll know if I speak the truth is if you come see for yourself!!)
But come on! It was Frank! I had grown up listening to my mother ooh and aah if his name were mentioned. He was in the Rat Pack! He was in Guys and Dolls! He inspired the character of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather." He looked great in a hat, and could melt butter with his voice.
But I digress. Anyway, this station was running a contest entitled, "Queen for a Day." The person with the best (worst?) sob story would win the front row tickets. I called, and made it through to the DJ's. I began by telling little horrible stories that were really pretty boring. (My dad was fired the day after my wedding, my dog got the tip of her tail cut off in the screen door, etc) I could feel their interest slipping away.
Now remember. I really wanted those tickets....
So, I regaled them with my FHP story. I told every single detail. And at the end of my tale, there was utter silence. And then? They asked my name. And I gave them my name. My full name. First Name. Last Name. Yep, no anonymity for this little lady. And I WON!! Granted, all of St. Louis now knew of my major embarrassment, but I was going to see Frank. The producer of the show called me later and said that they chose me as the winner, because they knew no one could make up THAT story.
So, I went to see Frank. I was probably the only person wearing jeans and under 50. But, it's something I'll always treasure and remember. It was totally worth it. Granted, I now associate Frank Sinatra with FHP's, but what the heck! I did it MY WAY!