The Day the Price Was Wrong
This was a big part of our trip out west. People have been asking so here goes...
We arrived at the studios a few minutes after 8am. We weren't all that worried about being a couple minutes late because the tickets said priority seating starts at 8. We were all set. Our shirts read UMB Medicine, UMBC, and neil's buddha with something like "rub my belly for good luck". We had our fake TV personalities and were each prepared to go win a bajillion dollars. There were only about 10 people in line but taping didn't begin until 2:30pm. We sent Justin out to get in line anyways while we found parking. He calls us and says that these people are in line for TOMORROW! That today's people had all camped out and were already taken in. So we were kind of dumbstruck, and pretty pissed, dropping F-bombs that we woke up at such an early hour. But then it got interesting. People started showing up from around the country in their retarded, "i'm gay for bob" shirts. Too late was not good enough for some, as a few people had just flown in that morning to get on the special episode. Just imagine the senior citizen/red state fury that one usually only sees when it comes to supporting some eccentric Bush crusade, like trying to prevent baby female seals from weaning. "No to gay incestuous pedophile seals!" with a $100 billion backing...but I digress. So people were throwing their shirts at the poor bastard attendant. Pretty good stuff, even for tv.
But what about the tickets, everyone asks. Well let's just say we learned an LA lesson that only casting couch directors and the Governator can avoid: it may look and feel real, but that don't mean you're getting in.
So in a fitting end to a gray LA experience; unsatisfied, we rode off into the desert in search of neon strippers and midnight buffets.
Trent: They're gonna give daddy the Rain Man suite! You dig that? We're going to Vegas, Mike.
Trent, Mike: VEGAS!
Mike: You think we'll get there by midnight?
Trent: Honey, we're gonna be up five hundy by midnight!
Trent, Mike: VEGAS, BABY! VEGAS!
We arrived at the studios a few minutes after 8am. We weren't all that worried about being a couple minutes late because the tickets said priority seating starts at 8. We were all set. Our shirts read UMB Medicine, UMBC, and neil's buddha with something like "rub my belly for good luck". We had our fake TV personalities and were each prepared to go win a bajillion dollars. There were only about 10 people in line but taping didn't begin until 2:30pm. We sent Justin out to get in line anyways while we found parking. He calls us and says that these people are in line for TOMORROW! That today's people had all camped out and were already taken in. So we were kind of dumbstruck, and pretty pissed, dropping F-bombs that we woke up at such an early hour. But then it got interesting. People started showing up from around the country in their retarded, "i'm gay for bob" shirts. Too late was not good enough for some, as a few people had just flown in that morning to get on the special episode. Just imagine the senior citizen/red state fury that one usually only sees when it comes to supporting some eccentric Bush crusade, like trying to prevent baby female seals from weaning. "No to gay incestuous pedophile seals!" with a $100 billion backing...but I digress. So people were throwing their shirts at the poor bastard attendant. Pretty good stuff, even for tv.
But what about the tickets, everyone asks. Well let's just say we learned an LA lesson that only casting couch directors and the Governator can avoid: it may look and feel real, but that don't mean you're getting in.
So in a fitting end to a gray LA experience; unsatisfied, we rode off into the desert in search of neon strippers and midnight buffets.
Trent: They're gonna give daddy the Rain Man suite! You dig that? We're going to Vegas, Mike.
Trent, Mike: VEGAS!
Mike: You think we'll get there by midnight?
Trent: Honey, we're gonna be up five hundy by midnight!
Trent, Mike: VEGAS, BABY! VEGAS!
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