Or, you try out for Who Wants to Be a Millionaire and #fail.
That’s right kids. The fiance and I drug ourselves out of bed this morning to live the dream.
That is if the dream is being squished between 300 people, taking a scan-tron quiz and witnessing some of the worst impressions known to man – all before 7 a.m.
Why would we do this to ourselves? Well, we heard they were looking for engaged couples for Wedding Week in November, and well, it seemed like fun.
We arrived at the casino location of try-outs to see that people just don’t follow the rules very well. It SAID you weren’t supposed to line up prior to 6 a.m., but reports were people lined up as early as 4 a.m.
Also, casinos at 6 a.m. in Kansas City? Not so cool.
Then we followed the cattle coral into the big auditorium where we were “entertained” by a gal from NYC throwing t-shirts at people who could stand up and do impressions of people, characters or (yikes) animals. It was painful to watch. (Dude. Your Sponge Bob Square Pants little diddy? I’d drop it.)
45 minutes later, we did not make the cut. It was a bummer too, because I was wearing this cute little strawberry dress and red cardigan. We so would have gotten in on fashion, had the producers just taken the time to meet us.
<sigh>
Next time I’m trying out for something that doesn’t require a scan-tron test.
