For those hoping for greater coverage of our trip to the Price is Right, here's a little:
- 3:00 a.m. wake our sorry asses up
- 3:45 a.m. begin the trek to Television City
- 4:30 a.m. get lost on the way to Television City
- 4:45 a.m. backtrack and finally arrive at the hallowed halls of Television City. I'd always imagined it to be a village, chock full of outdoor sets and whatnot but no, in fact, it's a big office building without a lot of windows. But it does say CBS on it, as well as a lovely sign that said 'Welcome to CBS.'
- 4:50 a.m. take our place in the ever-growing line
- 5:00 a.m. the college chippies in front of us don't speak but rather, whip out a small pump and some balloons and commence making balloon animals. I am not kidding.
- 5:15 a.m. the chippies have balloon hats stretching 3 feet above their heads and are still not talking to us. By this point, a lot more people are behind us including some very scary Price regulars, coming to their 6th taping. All stories were told with voices that revealed a lifetime of smoking and booze. These folks arrived in their RV.
- 6:00 a.m. the security guard handed out numbers and let us into the gates of Television City, where we commenced waiting on cold-ass metal benches until 7:30, when they handed out different numbers. We also experienced the CBS Store, where I bought 4 Bob postcards, a sweatshirt and a Price pen. During this time, a loud man arrived and stood on the benches, shouting at us, wondering if we felt blessed. A fat skeevy guy walked by and said 'Preacher Man,' to which Amy replied 'White Trash Man.'
- 7:30 a.m. some other guy hands out a new ticket with a new number and we're told to come back at 9:30. So we leave and have breakfast at some diner nearby without a full set of indoor plumbing. Ick.
- 9:30 a.m. we return with our special numbers and are seated next to our balloon animal friends in order of the numbers. These benches are on the other side of the building but are still cold. At this time, we meet Joanne, who is busy pasting no less than 6 laminated name tags that say Joanne all over herself. She's here for her husband, Larry, who has a similar getup.
- 10:00 a.m. the pages start creating our nametags, which have to say our legal name. All these weeks of practicing "Liiiiizz Dow--tay!! Come on down!!" are now replaced by "Eeeee-lizabeth Dow-tay!" which is not the same.
- 11:30 a.m. at this point I'm tired and grumpy. The producers start interviewing everyone, asking only where we're from and what we do. Everyone besides Amy and I was retired or in college.
- 12:45 p.m. we line up on the 3rd set of benches outside the studio
- 1:05 p.m. the moment we've waited 8 hours for, we're let into Bob Barker studios. It's way smaller than I can describe and even smells like the 70's. I wasn't excited until the monitors fired up with a test pattern that said "Price."
- 1:10 p.m. Rod Roddy came on stage (which was only a few feet away since the place is so damn small) to warm us up. He told bad jokes about our butts and asked us to smile. Naturually he sported a sequined jacket and made those silly faces. He also told us that Bob would be entering from the back today.
- 1:15 p.m. Bob Barker enters the room, giving high-fives as he came down the aisle. In person he looks older than on TV, he had so much makeup on, he should be in a wax museum or an animatronic person on the Pirates of the Carribean. During the commercials he talked to us and it was a great time. I was so nervous I'd get called up, I was actually relieved when I didn't, I most certainly would have needed an incontinence pad.
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