Monday, February 19, 2007
Hobo Style! (LA: Part 4)
January 8, 2007
We had missed our chance of being on today's show. But have no fear, we will be on tomorrow's show!
January 8, 2007 7:30pm
After making a trip to Target and picking up a sand chair, a blanket, pillows, food and some warm clothes, we finally got back to the CBS Studio and took our place in line for the next day's show. Now one would think that by getting there 12 hours early, we would be the first group in line. To our surprise, we were only the second group in line, taking spots five through nine. The couple in front of us were from Wisconsin, very friendly, and they had been waiting in line since 4:00pm that day.
Knowing what awaited us, we made ourselves as comfortable as we could on the sidewalk. We layed down newspapers to cover the dirt, set up our pillows and blankets and set in for a long, cold night.
Around 9:30pm, the group we had met early that day had showed up. Sure enough, we kept our word and let them in the spots behind us. In the group was Robyn, Nicole and Dustin, and were all 20 years old. During the long night we found out more about them and basically became a little hobo family...seeing as how all seven of us were sleeping on the streets of LA. We killed time by playing cards, sharing headphones and music, talking about our long Price Is Right adventure thus far, and making deals about sharing any loot that anyone of us could win.
As the night progressed and stores began closing, it became colder and much harder to stay awake. So we took shifts running to the one place within a 5 block radius that was open to get coffee and go to the bathroom. By the end of the night I had gotten to know the clerk at the gas station.
By midnight, more and more people began showing up and taking their places in line. At this point, the line had stretched a quarter of the block and was full of sleeping bags, tents, and air matresses. Everyone got to know everyone, we became closest to those that were in close range of our spot in line, but we also had people from farther back coming up to say hello, and find out why we were so crazy for getthing there so early. But getting there early had its payoffs; not only were we fifth in line, but we also got the best view...
Thank god for The Box Depot providing even more humor to the night.
As the night turned into morning, the anticipation grew stronger and stronger for everyone in line, which at this point had reached the end of the block and was rounding the corner. Even though we didn't more than an hour of sleep the whole night, we were so full of anticipation that it didn't even matter.
We had missed our chance of being on today's show. But have no fear, we will be on tomorrow's show!
January 8, 2007 7:30pm
After making a trip to Target and picking up a sand chair, a blanket, pillows, food and some warm clothes, we finally got back to the CBS Studio and took our place in line for the next day's show. Now one would think that by getting there 12 hours early, we would be the first group in line. To our surprise, we were only the second group in line, taking spots five through nine. The couple in front of us were from Wisconsin, very friendly, and they had been waiting in line since 4:00pm that day.
Knowing what awaited us, we made ourselves as comfortable as we could on the sidewalk. We layed down newspapers to cover the dirt, set up our pillows and blankets and set in for a long, cold night.
Around 9:30pm, the group we had met early that day had showed up. Sure enough, we kept our word and let them in the spots behind us. In the group was Robyn, Nicole and Dustin, and were all 20 years old. During the long night we found out more about them and basically became a little hobo family...seeing as how all seven of us were sleeping on the streets of LA. We killed time by playing cards, sharing headphones and music, talking about our long Price Is Right adventure thus far, and making deals about sharing any loot that anyone of us could win.
As the night progressed and stores began closing, it became colder and much harder to stay awake. So we took shifts running to the one place within a 5 block radius that was open to get coffee and go to the bathroom. By the end of the night I had gotten to know the clerk at the gas station.
By midnight, more and more people began showing up and taking their places in line. At this point, the line had stretched a quarter of the block and was full of sleeping bags, tents, and air matresses. Everyone got to know everyone, we became closest to those that were in close range of our spot in line, but we also had people from farther back coming up to say hello, and find out why we were so crazy for getthing there so early. But getting there early had its payoffs; not only were we fifth in line, but we also got the best view...
Thank god for The Box Depot providing even more humor to the night.
As the night turned into morning, the anticipation grew stronger and stronger for everyone in line, which at this point had reached the end of the block and was rounding the corner. Even though we didn't more than an hour of sleep the whole night, we were so full of anticipation that it didn't even matter.
I Almost Cried (LA: Part 3)
With our Price Is Right tickets in hand, we jumped on a city bus at 5:30am heading for the CBS Studio in West Hollywood on January 8, 2007. Although the five of us are night owls and dread the mornings, energy was high as we were wearing our custom-made Price Is Right shirts. We knew that one of us would be called up on that famous stage and get to hug Bob Barker.
...Little did we know what awaited us at the studio.
We arrived in front of the studio at 6:15am. we followed every instruction on our printed out tickets. The box office was set to open at 7:00am so we could get our official ticket to enter the audience. We thought we were being sneaky by jumping the gun and getting there 45 minutes early and seeing that the line outside was only 20 people long, we thought for sure that we would going on The Price Is Right.
We took our places in line and waited with great anticipation. We started chatting with the other people in line, finding out trivial information as to where they were from, how long htey had been there, etc. When we struck up a conversation with the woman standing in frontof us, we had a very strong and terrifying awakening. She told us that the line we were currently standing in was for people who had already gotten their tickets to be in the audience! Her and her husband recieved thier tickets at 3:00am and that there were none left for that day's taping! Almost immediately my heart began to race and tears swelled up in my eyes as I saw my dreams being dashed against the jagged rocks.
I ran up to the secruity officer who was guarding the studio gates and asked him if this was true. He confirmed what the bitchy woman in front of us had said. But the officer offered a glimmer of hope. We only had one last day in LA before we headed back to the cold, icy midwest, but we could get tickets for the next day's taping. So we waited in line for the studio box office to open at 9:00am to get our tickets for the taping the next day.
While we were waiting in line to get our tickets for the next day, we ran into a group of college kids who had the exact same problem that we did. After waiting with them, and getting to know them for a few hours, we decided to make a pact. Which ever group got to the line the first, we would save the other group a spot directly behind us.
With our tickets in hand, we began asking everyone who came out of the gates, what time they went to stand in line. we were not about to blow our lasdt chance of being in that audience! We got word from the secruity officer that to get the priority numbers (the tickets we needed to get into the audience) we should show up no later than 12:00am the day of the taping. (Just to give you a little reference, they don't give out the priority numbers until 7:00am...that 7 hours of waiting on the street!) We finally decided that we would be standing in that line no later than 10:00pm that night.
We left the studio and headed back to Mel's to freshen up, gather some things, and prepare for the long night that awaited us.
...Little did we know what awaited us at the studio.
We arrived in front of the studio at 6:15am. we followed every instruction on our printed out tickets. The box office was set to open at 7:00am so we could get our official ticket to enter the audience. We thought we were being sneaky by jumping the gun and getting there 45 minutes early and seeing that the line outside was only 20 people long, we thought for sure that we would going on The Price Is Right.
We took our places in line and waited with great anticipation. We started chatting with the other people in line, finding out trivial information as to where they were from, how long htey had been there, etc. When we struck up a conversation with the woman standing in frontof us, we had a very strong and terrifying awakening. She told us that the line we were currently standing in was for people who had already gotten their tickets to be in the audience! Her and her husband recieved thier tickets at 3:00am and that there were none left for that day's taping! Almost immediately my heart began to race and tears swelled up in my eyes as I saw my dreams being dashed against the jagged rocks.
I ran up to the secruity officer who was guarding the studio gates and asked him if this was true. He confirmed what the bitchy woman in front of us had said. But the officer offered a glimmer of hope. We only had one last day in LA before we headed back to the cold, icy midwest, but we could get tickets for the next day's taping. So we waited in line for the studio box office to open at 9:00am to get our tickets for the taping the next day.
While we were waiting in line to get our tickets for the next day, we ran into a group of college kids who had the exact same problem that we did. After waiting with them, and getting to know them for a few hours, we decided to make a pact. Which ever group got to the line the first, we would save the other group a spot directly behind us.
With our tickets in hand, we began asking everyone who came out of the gates, what time they went to stand in line. we were not about to blow our lasdt chance of being in that audience! We got word from the secruity officer that to get the priority numbers (the tickets we needed to get into the audience) we should show up no later than 12:00am the day of the taping. (Just to give you a little reference, they don't give out the priority numbers until 7:00am...that 7 hours of waiting on the street!) We finally decided that we would be standing in that line no later than 10:00pm that night.
We left the studio and headed back to Mel's to freshen up, gather some things, and prepare for the long night that awaited us.
Finally There (LA: Part 2)
With or plane tickets and show tickets in hand, my sister and I boarded our flight to Los Angeles, CA in attempts to accomplish my most important life long goal: to be in the audience for The Price Is Right.
After a total of ten hours of traveling, we finally made it to my sister's old roommate's, Mel, apartment in LA. The three of us celebrated our arrival with a bottle wine followed by a bottle of champagne. After our first night, my friends Caitlin and Charlie arrived at Mel's and we spent the day sight seeing. We went shopping at various specialized stores, one of the more imporant ones being Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash. There we saw all sorts of memorablia from Kevin Smith's movies, like the Mooby computer, Randal and Elias's Clerks 2 shirts, and the Askweniverse "bible."
After a long day of sight seeing, we headed back Mel's to participate in some much needed relaxation by watching the entire first season of Lost (which, thanks to Mel, I am now thouroughly addicited to). During the next few days we continued this trend, watching Lost and seeing the sights. Our next memorable visit was to the Santa Monica Pier, were myself, Caitlin and Charlie participated in frolicking along the sand and soaking up as much sun as we possibly could.
We spent the majority of our stay in LA simply killing time, waiting for the main event...The Price Is Right.
Soon the day came, January 8th was finally upon us and we were going to be in the audience for The Price Is Right!
......or so we thought.
After a total of ten hours of traveling, we finally made it to my sister's old roommate's, Mel, apartment in LA. The three of us celebrated our arrival with a bottle wine followed by a bottle of champagne. After our first night, my friends Caitlin and Charlie arrived at Mel's and we spent the day sight seeing. We went shopping at various specialized stores, one of the more imporant ones being Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash. There we saw all sorts of memorablia from Kevin Smith's movies, like the Mooby computer, Randal and Elias's Clerks 2 shirts, and the Askweniverse "bible."
After a long day of sight seeing, we headed back Mel's to participate in some much needed relaxation by watching the entire first season of Lost (which, thanks to Mel, I am now thouroughly addicited to). During the next few days we continued this trend, watching Lost and seeing the sights. Our next memorable visit was to the Santa Monica Pier, were myself, Caitlin and Charlie participated in frolicking along the sand and soaking up as much sun as we possibly could.
We spent the majority of our stay in LA simply killing time, waiting for the main event...The Price Is Right.
Soon the day came, January 8th was finally upon us and we were going to be in the audience for The Price Is Right!
......or so we thought.
The Silver Fox and My Journey (LA: Part 1)
For quite a while now I have been trying hard not to write about my personal life...only my rantings on my personal life.
But I feel that I must retell, in detail, the historical event of being in the audience for The Price Is Right.
Ever since I was eight years old, I have been watching The Price Is Right. If your a PIR fan, then you know what I'm talking about when I say that I would gladly miss my classes to watch the big wheel. And you will also know what I'm talking about when I say that Bob Barker is quite possibly one of the coolest men alive.
Bob has been the host of the PIR ever since the showed first aired in 1972, and although Bob is 84 years old, he is still as sexy as he eveer has been. I think he could be described as the Hugh Hefner of game shows. Not only does he have a slew of models around him, but they are also named after him, "The Bob Barker Beauties." And even though he has his beauties, he also has the pick of any grandmother in the United States. As my sister so eloquently put it, "Bob Barker is a silver fox."
Needless to say, it has been one of my longest life goals to go on The Price Is Right and see the silver fox in person. However, my heart was torn in two when I heard the horrible news that Mr. Barker would be retiring in June of 2007. For a moment, I thought my hopes and dreams would be shot to the ground and I would never get to sit in the audience that I had come to love over the past thirteen years.
Something had to be done! I was not about to let one of my most important life goals go straight down the drain! So I called my friends, my sister, my grandmother, and Delta Airlines. My grandmother offered to give my sister and I some of her air miles to fly the two of us out to LA, and my sister old roommate offered to put all four of us up during our stay in sunny California.
After thirteen years of waiting, wishing and hoping, I was off to see the infamous Bob Barker in person!
But I feel that I must retell, in detail, the historical event of being in the audience for The Price Is Right.
Ever since I was eight years old, I have been watching The Price Is Right. If your a PIR fan, then you know what I'm talking about when I say that I would gladly miss my classes to watch the big wheel. And you will also know what I'm talking about when I say that Bob Barker is quite possibly one of the coolest men alive.
Bob has been the host of the PIR ever since the showed first aired in 1972, and although Bob is 84 years old, he is still as sexy as he eveer has been. I think he could be described as the Hugh Hefner of game shows. Not only does he have a slew of models around him, but they are also named after him, "The Bob Barker Beauties." And even though he has his beauties, he also has the pick of any grandmother in the United States. As my sister so eloquently put it, "Bob Barker is a silver fox."
Needless to say, it has been one of my longest life goals to go on The Price Is Right and see the silver fox in person. However, my heart was torn in two when I heard the horrible news that Mr. Barker would be retiring in June of 2007. For a moment, I thought my hopes and dreams would be shot to the ground and I would never get to sit in the audience that I had come to love over the past thirteen years.
Something had to be done! I was not about to let one of my most important life goals go straight down the drain! So I called my friends, my sister, my grandmother, and Delta Airlines. My grandmother offered to give my sister and I some of her air miles to fly the two of us out to LA, and my sister old roommate offered to put all four of us up during our stay in sunny California.
After thirteen years of waiting, wishing and hoping, I was off to see the infamous Bob Barker in person!
Warmth come and gone
After weeks of fridgid cold weather and blistering negative wind chills, Iowa has finally been graced by the warm glow of the sun. Although today has been one of the better days that I can remember, I know that this glorious heat wave we are all relishing in will soon be short lived. In five days time we will see snow and ice yet again, and have to endure another giant cold front.
I long for the days when it doesn't take 15 minutes of bundling up in winter gear to step foot outside your house.
I long for the days when it doesn't take 15 minutes of bundling up in winter gear to step foot outside your house.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Street Habits
I have to cross to busy street of University at least 4 times a day. During many of these crossings, I have to be a fearless pedestrian and pray that the speeding cars will stop for me. When these encounters occur and the driver stops and waves me by, I find myself actually verbalizing my "thank yous". I don't know why I can't break this pointless habit because it's clear that the driver can't hear my thanks. It's right along the lines of looking both ways before crossing a one-way street. We all do it and there's really no point.
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