First, let me preface this post and the following video with a little bit of background information and explanation. Our local Christian radio station has a show every evening called “Night Light with Andrea” – a little cheesy, but whatever. People call in and tell stories based on the topic set out for the evening. On a whim, I decided to call in with our wedding mishap story.
I got through and talked to Andrea about 6:00 p.m., and I knew it wouldn’t air for hours because Michael had called in to the same show several months ago to give his advice to newlyweds, and we had the radio on all night before hearing what he had to say. So here we are again. He and the kids are out of town this weekend, and I really wanted to record the story for him to hear, and I only had about four hours to think of a solution.
I’m sure there is a technologically-savvy way to make a digital recording from the radio, but I couldn’t figure it out, so I time-warped myself back to 1985 when I would lie in my bed with a cassette tape recorder next to the radio and record my favorite songs, trying to be so still and quiet during the recording. (Oh, come on – if you’re older than 30 you know you did the same thing!)
We have not owned a cassette recorder for many years, but I did manage to find Michael’s digital voice recorder that he bought back in residency. Unfortunately, this recorder does not have a USB port, so the next best thing was video taping the playing of the recording. I am fully aware of how ridiculous this whole scenario is! But don’t think “ridiculous” – think ingenious and resourceful.
And a few notes about the actual story. I was not, in fact, a senior at Baylor when Michael proposed. I had transferred to A&M, but we met at Baylor and wore a path in Hwy. 6 for two years after I transferred. If you’re paying attention, you will notice my math is a little off. We’ve actually been married for 12 years, not 13.
And every time I listen to this recording, and I get past the actual story, I think stop talking, Jennifer. Please stop talking. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it…AAAAAHHH! Shut up! Shut up! Stop talking! You are humiliating yourself!
This is why I have morphed into an introvert.