The Price Is Right Part Deux

(Yesterday I began my tale of going to The Price Is Right Live and today I will conclude the saga.)

Not going to lie. The flashing lights and those trademarked game show noises of The Price Is Right lured me inside of the building. Well, that and the balmy twenty-one degree temperature outside. And the added appeal of winning valuable cash and prizes.

Oh Price Is Right Live, you are quite the Siren!

Our seats were perfect: close enough to the stage so the folks in Contestant's Row could hear me help them win by yelling out correct dollar amounts, yet far enough away that the host couldn't see me and my nervous flop sweat.

Behold. The stage:

The Live version of The Price Is Right is run differently than the TV show. For instance, four new contestants are chosen for Contestant's Row every time. Three new contestants are chosen to spin the Big Wheel instead of the three winners from previous trips onstage. All of this increased my odds of getting on stage to win a fabulous prize like a kayak, a dinette set or his and hers surfboards.

And really. What person living in Indiana doesn't want his and hers surfboards?

Every time the announcer would call out four new names, my heart would race. I just knew that my name would be called to "Come on down!". Get our your Kleenex because here is where I break your heart. My name was never called.

Not once did I hear "Jen, come on down! You're the next contestant on The Price Is Right Live!"

Phooey.

In fact, no Jen, Jenny, or Jennifer was called and that's highly suspicious to me. It's only the most popular name in American history and yet no version of Jennifer was called. I call foul. I'm seriously considering legal action on the basis of name discrimination.

(Yes, I'm kind of a sore loser.)

(Probably already knew that, didn't you?)

Even though I didn't make Price Is Right history as the biggest winner ever (or win anything), I still walked away with three things.

One: I found the shiny red Ford Fiesta from the Showcase Showdown outside of the building and I demanded that my husband snap my photo while I posed with it. He was not terribly amused, but obliged me just the same. It's the basis of our marriage.

I know what you're thinking: Who's the hot chick with the hot car?
Simmer down people. It's just me and a Ford Fiesta.

Two: Those contestants not appearing on stage and some randomly called audience members (again, no Jens) received a limited edition The Price Is Right Live t-shirt as a consolation gift. I was so insanely jealous of those people and their free t-shirts, that I ponied up fifteen bucks in the lobby of the auditorium to buy my own. Sure it's of questionable quality and authenticity, but ain't she a beaut?

It's kinda wrinkly because I wore it with pride to Target
yesterday. I was the envy of all.

And if anyone asks, I'm totally telling them I won this shirt.

Three: This is the most important item that I received from my game show experience and one that is going to live in a highly revered spot in my home. Yep, I'm going to frame my name tag and hang it up in my Room O'Funk, probably next to Davy Jones' autograph.

I've wanted a giant price tag/name tag for years, people. Years.

See that smudge next to my name? It's the host's autograph. That's right. I stood in line to get the host's autograph. Does that tidbit of information really surprise you at this point in our relationship?


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