PIR

Hey, everybody. I’m writing to you from LA where we are in the middle of a Very Long Wait to get in to the Price is Right. We arrived at the hotel around 2:30pm and the line had already formed, so we joined right away. Numbers are given out at 6am, so we’ve got about 10 hours left sitting out all night on the streets of a sketchy part of LA. We’re close to the front of the line, so the chances are good that the fam will at least get in to see the filming of the show. We’re staying at the Farmer’s Daughter Hotel (very cute), which is right across the street from the CBS studios, so it’s easy to run back and forth as we switch shifts. Mols, her friend, Cynthia, Joe, and I take turns in pairs holding our little spot on the sidewalk. The studio is on a high traffic road, and we rented a couple of plastic chairs from the bagel shop across the street. Pretty much the only other thing to look at across the way is a Box Emporium. Woo. Our claimed square of concrete is beneath a nice shady tree, and there is a sweet patch of gravel with bumpy sidewalk right in front of us that has proven to be a prime tripping place for passersby. I’ve had a few good chuckles at the expense of others already, and that has made this entire trip worthwhile. Although, both Joe and I have been hoping to see someone really go down hard.

I think Molly will make it on the Price is Right because:

A. She’s hot, and I’m sure that will score points with the likes of Bob Barker.

B. She’s got this awesome t-shirt.

C. She was a cheerleader in high school and can be very “peppy.”

We’ll see what happens. All I know is that I’ve got a fun day of auntie time with Trav ahead of me tomorrow while Mom, Molly, Joe, and Cynthia are at the show. In my world, the thought of being on the Price is Right is pretty much a nightmare, but spending a day playing with Zozo will be terrific, minus the him getting up at 7am part. He's such a charming guy.

And, because I can't stop myself...

I love his sweet little face!

Zozo trying on my shades while hanging out with me in the PiR line.

Zozo on a bender. Just kidding. This is before we filled up the flasks for the long night ahead. Although, Joe said he's gonna call me up 15 years from now when his kid's attachment to flasks leads to a drinking problem.

It's after 9pm, must get ready to head back out to the line. More soon!