Bedroom Voice

So, I've been sick for the past week. Sore throat, bad cough, lots of juicy, juicy phlegm. The entire staff of the Hippo Hostel came down with something gnarley within days of each other, and we're all just now climbing out of it one by one. In the meantime, I've learned how to hock an impressive loogie. I can projectile spit them even. I'm almost southern with my jar of moonshine and my cut-off denim shorts, carrying a spittoon around with me wherever I go!

So, the result of a week of bad cough and torn-up throat is that your voice is very tired and deep. You know -- the I-have-a-cold voice, which is kind of sexy and raspy. The bad thing about the I-have-a-cold voice is that I can't sing whenever I want to, and at the end of the night, I'm really tired from a day of trying to talk. The impromptu karaoke thing happens a lot around here, can you believe it? And, I can't stand that I don't have the voice to belt out showtunes on command. Heartbreak! My fans are waiting!

Though, the sexy, raspy trade-off is good too. Tonight, I walked into the Irish Pub here in the Old Town and the owner of the pub, a guy that we all know pretty well because we go in there a lot with our hostel guests when we're on pub crawls, said to me: "Hey, I thought I heard your beautiful voice out here. Whatchou doing?" Also, there are these 3 Asian-Australian guys staying with us here, and the one who had to call a couple of days before they arrived to make their reservation for 3 beds, his friends told me last night that he had said after getting off the phone with me that I had a really sexy voice and he wondered what I looked like. You have NO idea how much a compliment about my voice gets me! I mean, I'm in radio dammit. You KNOW that everyone who works in radio inherently likes the sound of their own voice to SOME degree. Well, with my penchant for judging voices (I can't be someone's friend, truly, if I don't like their voice. I just can't!) on a regular basis, it stands to reason that high praise to me is a compliment on the sound of your voice. So, yes, when a person tells me that he or she likes the sound of my voice, I tend to get all soft and fluttery. It's a little button I have. Is it wrong of me to publicly admit this on a forum like my blog?

Well, now you know. It's easy to butter this bread. Just tell me you like the sound of my voice, and yes, you can have any favor you want. Even 2 extra nights for 3 people in a hostel so full that we turn away walk-ups daily.