Coming up, we'll drink and toast on the weekend with a shot of the day that it's bad choice Friday.

You know it's bad choice Friday.

You know it's bad choice Friday.

Hey, man, this is your fault.

We've got a full moon on Sunday night, apparently a teeny tiny blue moon.

It's just the 10% of its normal size.

It's a blue micro moon. It's a very rare. Micro moon. Are we excited for that? Yeah. Really? I am. It's the moon, but blue. It's the moon, but tiny. It's micro. That's why it's blue. Yeah, exactly. The micro. It all goes hand in hand. I believe we'll be able to see this. So we celebrate today with a couple of crooners. We'll start off with Frank Sinatra.

Fly me to the moon.

Let me play among the star.

I picture him on stage like an open robe with nothing under him.

If he's still alive.

Yeah.

Does he do a blue origin?

Do they offer him a spot on the Katie Perry to play? I think Bezos absolutely will go to Frank Sinatra. I think Frank would turn it down. What? William Shatner went. William Shatner doesn't come off as old and Italian and old school to me. Frank Sinatraatra. Yeah, but I picture Frank Sinatra.

I'm on condition, baby.

I can drink a litter whiskey and smoke a cigarette in caps.

I mean, I feel like that would be his deal.

Yep.

First man to smoke a cigarette in space.

Frank Sinatra and fly me to the moon

taking on Dean Martin on a bad choice Friday.

When the moon hits your eye

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