"Don't Call Us, We'll Call You"

Hmmm…today. I had off today so by now the majority of you probably know how my days off work. For those of you who haven’t picked up on it yet, allow me to refresh your memory: I got up at 12, which still remains to be wonderful. After getting up, I jumped into the shower and headed to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things. After finishing up at Wal-Mart, I headed back to the apartment to make a quick lunch before the main event, Face Auditions.
I’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while, had I known it was going to turn out to be such an epic fail, I wouldn’t have gotten so excited ☺. We got there around 5:30. First, they shuffled us into a room where we were given a number; I was lucky number 37. After getting our numbers, they held us captive in a dance studio while we waited. Naturally, you just sat there and checked out all of your competitors—a.k.a. you either felt like the creeper or the one who is being creeped upon. After about 30 minutes of asking the same people “So what happens in these auditions?” they finally shuffled the first fifty of us into a studio. We stood there in 5 rows of 10 with these two ladies up front. Basically they would say, “Row 1” and “Row 1” would shuffle forward to be examined. Talk about awkward. You try to carry on a conversation with those next to you, but you feel rude, like your ignoring the judges, so then you try to overcompensate by staring them down, which only makes you look constipated. I found the only happy medium is carrying on light conversation with those around you for the soul purpose of flashing your smile. For example, I was standing next to my roommate, Mike, when it came to my turn to be judged, I turned to Mike and started laughing, he hadn’t said anything, but this gave me an opportunity to show off my smile without directly turning to the judges and flashing my pearly whites.
At the end of the day, I didn’t get pulled. Unfortunately, they weren’t looking for tall, gangly, and butt-ugly characters that have little heads. Go figure. It’s all right though, Mike and I went and ate our weight in Olive Garden breadsticks and dinner mints.
Once I got back to the apartment, I headed over to Jessica’s to just hang out. When I got there, she was watching “Aladdin” (oh the cruel irony ☺). We ended up trying to make our butterbeer formula again…it. tasted. like. feet. No only did it have a layer of foam, but after the first drink, both of us were gagging. That one wasn’t a success.
Considering my complete crash ‘n burn at the audition today, the rest of the day wasn’t too bad.