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throwback thursday: dave and me

Last night was David Letterman’s last show. I can’t say I’m too torn up because 10 out of 10 times, I’m watching The Golden Girls at that hour. However, I do have two tidbits of coolness (my bar is set pretty low) that relate to Mr. Letterman.

One- When I was younger, my family got a Christmas card from David Letterman. jealous? My dad went to Ball State University for his graduate degree. My father doesn’t talk to many people voluntarily so I don’t know how this happened, but he was talking to someone who also knew Dave and knew that he also went to Ball State. Christmas time came around and in our pile of cards, there was one from a fellow alum. I was young when this happened so I assumed this meant that we would get one every year. It didn’t, but it was fun while it lasted.

I just checked to see if my college had any super notable graduates, besides me, of course. We had a few politicians, one of which I took a religion class with. The guy who invented, Sal Ianozzi also walked through my college’s hallowed halls. I mean, cool but meh. My high school, however, is a celebrity machine. Chris Rock, Carole King, Judge Judy, Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

mindy mic drop

I’m getting off topic. Moving on.

Two- I went to a commuter college and didn’t see a need to stick around after my classes were over. I went from a huge high school to a very small college, which is a different kind of shock. I’m also a shy person so if I knew that all of my friends were gone, I probably wasn’t going to stay either. That being said, I don’t know how or why I found out about the David Letterman show filming in one of our gyms with the basketball team. But I did and I went to check it out, probably hoping I could ask Dave for the Christmas cards that must have gotten lost in the mail. It turns out that they were filming a skit with Alan Kalter and needed extras. So I stayed. I grabbed some pom poms and pulled on a Saint Francis shirt and took my seat in the stands. I played along, screaming and booing when I was prompted to. i was a natural.

When the segment aired, I watched with my parents hoping to see a glimpse of me and prove that I was trying to be involved. Every day when I got home my father would ask me “Did you talk to any strangers today? Make any new friends?” The answer was usually no. This seemed like a good way to get him off my back. Except I didn’t make the cut. You didn’t see me once. what a rip.

Here it is, my failed moment of glory.

Did I earn any cool points?

Let’s discuss!


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