Picking up from yesterday –
So, the 4th pricing game of the show was played (and I was in a daze the whole time). Then came the commercial break.
During the break, someone comes down and asks me to take off my scarf and jacket because they’re obstructing my name tag. My pleasure!
Why was I wearing 1,000 layers? The studio was not cold. It was just because I wanted to wear my 52 half marathons shirt. I thought it might help me get on the show.
That sounds brutally honest, huh? I won’t lie to you and say, “’cause I think I look good in red,” (though it is my color) or, “’cause I’m proud of my accomplishment.” I wanted to get on that stage, by golly! So, I wanted to pick a shirt I thought they might like.
So, I wanted to wear my 52 half marathons shirt, but there’s all this stuff in all The Price is Right paperwork that you can’t publicize things on your clothes. And my blog address is on my back. I didn’t want to get in trouble. I thought they wouldn’t stand for my self-promotion. So, I put on a jacket.
I only have one jacket that’s completely plain and opens/closes in the front (as opposed to a pull on sweatshirt that would cover everything – front and back). (Actually, I have no plain sweatshirts anyway.) Also, I think “jacket” may be the wrong word. Maybe I’m meaning some sort of sweater apparatus. But,whatever the real name is, you know what I’m talking about, ’cause you can see it in the video.
Anyway, I didn’t like the jacket. I didn’t even like it when I first bought it! I think I bought it for the same kind of thing in the first place – trying to cover something on my back (or I think it may have been to hide my arms ’cause I thought they were looking chunky) or whatever.
Even if I didn’t like it, I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I wore it. Then, I wore the scarf to try and wear something to distract from the jacket I didn’t like.
(I actually do like that scarf. And I’d just found it while cleaning out my closet a couple of days prior. Fun.)
So, when someone came down and asked if I could take off the excess stuff, I was all, “Heck yes I can! My blog address is on my back. That’s the only reason I’m wearing this. Is that okay?” I’m not totally sure why I offered up that information when I probably should’ve just kept quiet and been happy. But nonetheless, full disclosure won out, since he said it was okay. Yay! Everybody wins.
Also, during the commercial break, the really nice sound guy, Henry, came and got me to mic me up. I forgot I was wearing my crazy high yoga pants, which are a little hard to clip onto, but he’s a pro. He made it work.
It didn’t even dawn on me that people wear the little microphones on TPiR, but sure enough, we do.
When Henry put a little extra tape on the mic because of the crazy floppiness of the top of my pants, he joked about how he had to make sure it’d stay in place when I was jumping around onstage.
Oh, hardy, hardy, hardy, har. I only have 2 shots left. Are we or are we not scared to death that I’m gonna let those two chances just slip through my fingers?
But I’m so glad that everyone there was so nice and positive, even though the odds weren’t necessarily in my favor…
This is where we’ll pick up tomorrow.