Guy's Night Out Featuring Many Callipygous Young Women

I was working the North 40 this afternoon and, being north, I went looking for  .  .  .  Tight Ends.

Yes, I'm as embarrassed as you are to make as your destination a Hooters or a Twin Peaks or a Tight Ends or a  .  .  .  ohmygod, wait for it  .  .  .  Tailgaters.  But after parking some distance away I made my way in.

Guy's Nights Out are interesting.   I've been to a few. You don't go to hear The Ticket, because you can't.  They have speakers set up, but they might as well pantomime the show for as much communication as takes place by the hosts on the air and the (mostly) guys who have gone to hang out. 

Corby and Mike share a giggle at this afternoon's early hours of GNO, with an admirer attracting the attention of my camera's autofocus, although I thought I'd locked the focus on the lads before snapping. 

 And hang out they do.  The place was packed before 5 PM.  Having a good time, but almost no part of that good time has anything to do with The Ticket.  I saw Craig Miller (said hello, shook his hand) and George Dunham hanging out, talking to the P1, but in general, it's a large number of men of all ages -- a surprising number of gentlemen of a certain age quite possibly having passed out of the demo -- gathering as kind of a Ticket-liking community but who don't seem to have much concern over the fact that a show is going on a few feet from them that they can't hear.

Tight Ends was interesting.  I am told it was formerly a Quaker Steak & Lube.  I saw a few people who were fully clothed that I thought might be members of management including one real stunner that had about her the mystery of the Levant.  For the most part, however, the most identifiable employees were fetching young women who were, as they used to say in the middle part of the last century, "scantily clad."  I kind of felt sorry for them.  Yeah, I know, no one sold them into slavery and made them wear these ass-revealing outfits.  On the other hand, I found myself wondering who they were.  Students?  Single mothers struggling to get by?  Or just attractive young women who can make more money doing this than doing something featuring, oh, say, a future?   I don't mean insult -- this is hard work and they put up with a ton of BS from men drunk and sober and even act interested in their misdirected charm.  But it could hardly be more exploitative.

But I must say -- they were all pretty damned adorable. And it cannot be denied that there were some absolutely phenomenal asses on the payroll there.

I can't figure this picture out.  These are the outfits, that's the mortifying overlabeled ass-featuring design.  But the only 107.9 The Fox I can find is in Fargo, North Dakota, which does not seem to have a Tight Ends.  Maybe one of you know what it's about.

Struck up a conversation with a couple of nice guys who let me set my drink and tablet on their table.  Which is a good a reason as any to head to Guy's Night Out.

A Visit to Guy's Night Out, Featuring Conner Crisp

I stopped by Rock 101 Little Elm to sample a bit of Guy's Night Out.   Was able to stay for about 45 minutes, hour.

First, we need to clear something up.

Rock 101 Little Elm is the name of the venue.

But it is not in Little Elm.  

It is east of FM 423/Main Street, although just east -- and that's Frisco, despite the trademark.  If you would like confirmation of this, see The Rock 101 Little Elm Website and scroll down to check out the address.

GNO was pretty cool, I thought.  Fun venue, loved the old 70's and 80's music videos running on the screens, some video trivia all but two contestants were ignoring, grub looked good.  Great crowd.

Mike, Corby, and George discuss American Sniper

Hosts who weren't broadcasting mingled with the crowd, happy to be chatting with the P1s.  Never seen them otherwise.

Dan looked somehow healthier than I've seen him at other venues in the past.  Perhaps it was the purple lighting.  Corby looked stout, but I think it was probably just his TCU hoodie.

Unlike some other GNOs, if you were paying sufficient attention and situated yourself strategically, you could hear most of what was going on in the show.  

During the ads, one of the promo ladies ran a mini-trivia contest on the stage between two attendees for valuable prizes.  I signed up for a drawing I was assured would take place in ten minutes, but did not.  I had to leave a half-hour or so later, so I don't know if I won or not.  Or what I would have won if I'd have won.  It was a little noisy.

An early round table.

On my way out, I had a chinwag with a chap at the Ticket promo table.  The promo people had apparently dug deep, deep into the promo closet, because, other than some forlorn t-shirts, the only premiums they were offering were Craig Miller trading cards.  No one else's -- just Craig's.  They were very aged.  They featured Craig with dark hair and, on the reverse side, listed his nicknames as "Junior" and -- care to guess? -- "Professor."  His show is identified as "Dunham & Miller" -- no mention of The Musers, no mention of Gordon.  (I didn't see Gordon there, but he may have shown up later; I didn't get to hear a lot of the show after I left.)

Anyway, the promo intern was a pleasant guy, enthusiastic, eager to promote the station.  Hopeful of a shot at JV status and perhaps the big time some day.  I got his name, which is featured in the title of this post, and told him to check in.

Cat and Promo Director, keep an eye on this up-and-comer.  

I'm a Guy. It Was Night. I Went Out.

Hitched up the team and headed north to far Frisco to visit Guys' Night Out.  A few quick hits:

(1)  Sharp-Dressed Men.  Bob and Donovan in ties, Bob with a suit coat, Donovan in a vest.  At first I thought -- nice show of respect to the P1.  Then I thought -- maybe they lost one of those BaD Radio bets to Dan somewhere along the line.

(2)  Better-Looking in Person.  Bob.

(3)  Largest Concentration of Middle-Aged Guys.  The broadcast area.  There were some younger guys crowded around watching and listening to the presentations, but the more mature demo was disproportionately represented in the gathering around the couches and directors' chairs where the guys were broadcasting.

(4) Auddest Audio Phenomenon.  While Donovan could be heard just fine on the radio, his voice barely dribbled out of the speakers at the bar.  Something about it -- it simply couldn't be heard live on the scene, but listening on the radio -- there he was, as usual.

(5)  Audio Engineering Tip.  Do not cover up the JBL speaker with the life-size cutout of the Cowboy player.

(6)  Worst Look for Cute Chicks.  That black two-piece Tailgaters outfit they make their generally attractive wait staff wear, the super-tight/short black skirt and black sports-bra top thing.  Really cheap-looking and unflattering on most of them.  Very few even hot girls have good tummies.  Even though it was the first night, bar staff seemed on the ball and the place was ready to go.

(7)  Funniest Moment.  The interview of the 38-year-old-woman with the good skin and large natural breasts who claims to have made upper-six-figures in Las Vegas and a four-figure tip from some unidentified celebrity, which explains why she moved to Frisco to work at Tailgaters.

(8)  Most Interesting Broadcast Posture.  Mike likes to stand at these remotes.  I was at one other one awhile back where he stood and swayed and wandered a bit whilst broadcasting.  Wonder if he does that in the studio.

(9)  Comportment.  I didn't see any host big-timing anyone.  But I wasn't paying close attention to where they wandered off to when they weren't broadcasting.  Saw George talking to a group of P1's, and Mike talking to an earnest woman.

(10)  Always Amazed.  These guys can talk sports and other stuff in their usual natural way whilst being watched by large groups of people and lots of noise in the background.

(11)  Best Thing About GNO.  No SweetJack commercials.

OPEN THREAD: Random Thoughts Listening to Ticks-on-Chicks Softball -- Yours?

(1)  Great fun.  Mike is an entertaining play-by-play guy.  I don't know why, but I'm always surprised by how funny Norm is when he has the mic on these Ticket games.

Norm was funny tonight, but his voice sounded a little weak and gravelly and they seem to have released him from his duties.  

Filling in are Gordon and Dan when they're not playing.  A couple of others chip in.

Oops, Norm's back.  Not sure where he's been.  Voice still gravelly.  I suppose I should be tweeting thoughts this insubstantial.

(2) Interesting:  Mike's speculations on the delta between the esteem in which certain Ticket personalities are held by the public on the one hand, and by Ticket management on the other.  He first asked this question about Grubes, who he adjudged to be universally loved among the public, suggesting something less than universal love among the Cumulo-Ticket Overlords, although why I cannot imagine, unless they tell him not to play naughty drops and he does.  (Since he apparenly doesn't actually require a job or advancement owing to his fortunate family financial circumstances, perhaps he doesn't come to meetings or adhere to other CTO directives.)     There were similar questions about Rich Phillips, whose management role rendered the question a little self-contradictory.

(3)  Surprisingly close contest.  It surprised the Ticket promo production guys, who created ads referring to the "human sacrifice" and "humliation" that was expected to be visited upon our lads. 

(4)  Surprisingly clean broadcast.

(5)  Is this victory testimony in support of the absolute centrality, if not the exclusive significance, of pitching in girls' fast-pitch softball?

In the words of the late Harry Caray -- lemme hear ya.