Episode 02 - Ronika Stone
And after the roaring success of episode one!!! Jokes, I think about 30 people have listened. And most are probably our close family and friends. And that one dude who always asks what size feet I have. Dude. Seriously. Drop it.
But I’m pumped that there is an episode two. I basically just hit the ground running this week. I slid creepily into Ronika’s DM’s, and asked if she wanted to be on the ‘show’. It’s not a show. But how else can I refer to it? It’s just me hanging out with cameras and microphones. And another person agreeing to talk to me about volleyball and stuff for about half an hour. Cool. So yea, that.
Turns out Ronika has been in Europe about 2.5 minutes, but that makes for extremely fresh first impressions. So thanks to the COVID sitch, there was a bunch of drama with visas and paperwork trying to get over here apparently. Roni shed some tears, got upgraded to business class, and told me all about it with a smile while laughing. So thats a positive. She seems genuinely in love with life, and I love those kind of people.
The big running joke throughout the few days we hung out was that she stuffed her luggage with huge Sams Club size bottles of shampoo and liquid soaps and lotions. As if they don’t have that stuff in France. In Cannes. Where literally the world’s biggest celebrity famous rich people go to spend their money. You live and you learn. And then you get loves. Wow advertising is so scary.
So I’d say this episode was a success, considering we didn’t know each other from a stick in the mud before this episode and we got along swimmingly. The end.
Should I end all my blogs with ‘the end’? Oh wow I just said blog. I’m a f*cking blogger now too. K bye.
