“I feel it in the air,
as I’m doing my hair,
preparing for another date.
A kiss upon my cheek
as he reluctantly
asks if I’ll be out late..”
- “Unfaithful“, Rihanna

I had fun this morning.

I had fun last night, too.  Delle and Matthew came over to visit with us, and Bryan and I walked Matthew while Delle jogged around Five Points.  Matthew really makes me think that I could mother a child.  He’s pretty cute, and he doesn’t scream like he’s being tortured when I hold him.  And when he sleeps, he’s just as cute as they come.

But this morning.. that was fun.

An OLLLLLLD friend called me out of the blue yesterday afternoon.  He gave me my break in radio, and he’s now working in a FANTASTIC market in a morning show.  He needed a favor.  He needed an actress.

Hmm, would Sarah oblige?  Would Sarah take on a less-than-honorable roll for a little fame and glory?

Hell yes, Sarah would.

So, at 6:45 this morning, my friend called me.  “We’re going live in 23 seconds,” he said.  I had been carefully coached to call and request a slow song and dedicate it to my boyfriend of four years, whom I’d been cheating on. (I picked the song quoted above, because music is my specialty.) And after being prodded for several minutes on-air, I let it slip that I’d been cheating WITH a married man.  A father.  And a local tv news anchor.

The phones went NUTS. 

We staged it so that I confessed the adulterer’s name “off-air”, so that the host had the prized info.  The lines are STILL ringing at the station.  We pulled a similar stunt in Louisiana, and even six months later, we had people stopping us and asking us what happened and who it was.  So I wish him luck.

And I rock.  I should start a company.  Radio Actress, for hire.

Nothing like playing a heartless bitch in the morning.