Years ago in college, due to trickery and nefarious tactics, I was backed in to doing a radio show on my college campus. Rachel and I decided to have a "how-to" program, where we would showcase one talent or area of knowledge each week.
Rachel knows how to do a lot of things, including percussing and dressing a crustacean. Comparatively, my abilities appeared paltry, but I drew from my background in cosmetics (rally!), and brought the ingredients to make oatmeal facial masks to the studio.
Did chunks slip off our cheeks as we were at the switchboard? Yes. Did it encrust to our faces like orange pulp? Absolutely. Stalking her flickr account this morning, I came across this photo:
I think I also forced Rachel to play a roleplaying game on the air--I believe I made her make up stories about a goth family on the spot.
Divine retribution for her deceit!