Picking up from yesterday –
Being in contestant’s row was probably one of the most stressful experiences of my life. I kind of even want to call it the most stressful.
Getting called down is a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one. The farther into the show you get called, the fewer chances you have to get onstage.
Who wants to get called down, but not get to go onstage? What kind of Price is Right story is that (to tell every single person you’ve met in your life)? (My sincerest apologies if that is in fact your Price is Right story.)
So, I was putting all of this super pressure on myself. Basically, my life was pretty much flashing before my eyes.
As I said, the sound is no good in there. Really. I only knew what was going on for probably about 1/4 of the time. For the first prize, I only sort of knew what was happening. Granted, I have absolutely no idea about purses and wallets, ’cause I’ve never bought any designer stuff. So, even if I had every detail clearly relayed to me, I’d basically have no clue.
(Of course, as a game show (and specifically TPiR) lover, I still should’ve been able to make a much more educated guess. I mean, come on. $799? I would’ve been yelling at the person on the TV for that one, had I been at home.)
Zuri and Patrick (George when you’re watching) had actually been really good at guessing prices all morning. So, I looked back to them. I don’t think either of them heard any of the details, ’cause neither of them seemed to have any clue what I was bidding on, nor have any advice to give.
(Plus, again, they were back in obstructed view. So, all too often when I looked at them, they were just looking up at the monitor – not at me.)
Drew Carey called on me to make my bid. He said my name. Oh boy. I am seriously here. On The Price is Right! I will never get over this ever. In my life.
So, Zuri and Patrick are giving me nothing. I do a quick look around the audience. Yeah, I’m not understanding a single person. I’m just seeing a lot of yelling. So, this is not that helpful.
(Note: In the episode, it doesn’t look like I look around at all. So, I don’t know if it was edited out, or if I looked around less than I thought.)
Drew Carey calls on me to make my bid (because I’m in contestants’ row on The Price is Right, and my dreams are in the process of coming through, and that’s what happens when you’re behind that podium). I just throw $799 out there. I figured that was low. I had no idea how low. But I knew I’d rather underbid than overbid.
I’m pretty sure my voice was shaking, and I had fear in my eyes. I was hoping the world knew I had no idea what I was doing.
“Don’t expect too much from me world! Yes, you can yell at me in your living rooms. And when you’re saying, ‘That girl has no idea what she’s doing!’ just know I’m thinking that too, about myself.”
(I felt like I could hear the at-home audience screaming at me. I’m sorry, people at home! I’m gonna try not to let you down in the next one-bid!)
So I don’t make it up on the first one. Not that surprising. I don’t like being the bidder who sets the tone. Really, my main hope here is to have someone else make a smart bid and add a dollar (or have 3 people make a bunch of not-great bids and bid $1).
I absolutely could not tell you what pricing game is that the next person plays. Seriously. I have no clue. All I can hear is my brain screaming that I’m on The Price is Right.
And this is where we’ll pick up tomorrow.