CMJ Day 2

J.R. and Zac took off earlier today, and I ended up doing something ridiculous. I was so tired from last night, courtesy of the blazing skills of RJD2 and Mix Master Mike, that I decided I would just have food brought to me instead of getting out of bed to eat. So I looked to the room service book, and it taunted me and tempted me until I picked up the phone and ordered a three egg omelet. I turned on the tube and was lucky enough to catch last night’s debate. The room service comes, and it’s fantastic: I get to sit in my boxers and eat breakfast in bed while watching the President make an ass of himself. My favorite line was, “She (Laura Bush) speaks English better than me. I think people sometimes have a hard time understanding what I'm saying.” So it was great, that is until Zac came back and looked at the receipt for the room service. It seems that my $16 dollar breakfast actually cost $32.14. I didn’t realize there would be a delivery charge of six dollars, a service charge of four dollars, a tax of three dollars, and a glass of orange juice that is apparently so good it costs six dollars. To state it simply, I felt violated.
Today’s panels were good, and I got to meet a lot of people that were bitter about being the only staff on their radio stations that like heavy metal. I called it the “Self-Help Metal Seminar.” It was very informative, but there was some over the top animosity towards people who like music other than metal. I personally love it all, so I felt a little alienated and thought the entire panel was going to consist of angry long-hairs lashing out at everyone that didn’t like their music. Luckily the conversation progressed to topics like radio promotion, loud rock adds, and really good bands. Don’t ever order room service at the Westin!

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