Whenever I do something stupid, I don’t dwell on it. I usually come up with a reason why that stupid thing was actually a really clever thing, and then I move on. It’s a process I call “Maintaining Good Self Esteem”.

Sometimes, though, I get myself into a sufficiently humiliating situation that it becomes tricky to come up with the goods. Just last week, Michelle and I went to see the Nightwatchman play at the Crocodile Cafe. For those of you who don’t know, the Nightwatchman is Tom Morello‘s alter-ego as a politically motivated folk singer. After the show, Tom was signing autographs, so we waited in line to have him sign his CD. I’m not really sure what the protocol is for waiting while some famous guy signs a piece of plastic. In fact, I felt awkward standing there quietly and figured I would feel better if I said something. Going with the first thing that came to mind, I said, “We’ll see you down in San Francisco when Rage plays Rock the Bells. We’ll be the white people in the corner getting our asses kicked.” Tom guffawed and muttered something about us “probably being alright”.

Feeling pretty good that I made Tom Morello laugh, I thought it might be worth writing about. Michelle suggested a “proudest moments” post might be the way to go, and this would be one of many items covered. Sitting in the car, we brainstormed some ideas. We came up with two. We have since forgotten what the second one was.

When you stop and think about it, a post about “proudest moments” that only contains one “moment” is not really something to brag about. Therefore, I decided it’s rude to write about your own proudest moments. Self esteem intact.