The Price Is Right (Part One)

I arose at 2 a.m. on Wednesday to prepare for my trek to CBS Television City to try out for The Price Is Right. It felt weird waking up at such an hour, as opposed to going to bed ... but I told myself it was three hours later in New York, so I should think of it as getting ready for work.

Since the admissions ticket instructed contestants to wear street clothes at the taping, I decided to wear a green t-shirt and a pair of blue denim shorts for my appearance on national television. Upon exiting the hostel, I noticed the garage where I parked my car wasn't lighted at all. I didn't feel safe walking by myself, so I took a chance and relied on the kindness of strangers, a la Blanche DuBois. A construction worker escorted me to my vehicle, and I thanked him for his chivalry before hitting the road.