A short video folks that I made earlier at the hotel where I suffered tonight working with a squeaky voice. This is only the second time in my life that I got laryngitis, the last time was about twenty years ago when I worked at First Fidelity Bank in Philadelphia.
First of all, trying to speak with laryngitis, is painful. I'm trying to reach my voice under all that phlegm and it just isn't working. There's nothing like answering the phone with a SQUEAK! when the owner call which is exactly what happened tonight. I didn't realize how much I talk. Oh I DO love to talk. The guests were giving me that "poor thing" look tonight when I tried to get off my usual coterie of bon mots and witticisms. Just wasn't working tonight.
So here I am at home now, waiting for the ball to drop and half expecting to see Ryan Seacrest roll out Dick Clark's embalmed body to count down the crystal ball on New York's Times Square.
Happy New Year everyone!