Last month my friend, Karissa, called and said that she had an extra ticket to the Miss America pageant and did I want to come. Tickets are ridiculously expensive, and she got hers for free, so of course I wanted to go!! The small print, however, was that we were going to be "fillers." If people didn't show up or had to get up and leave, they used fillers to sit in the seats so that when the camera scanned the audience there would be no empty seats. Here's the picture version of our adventures:
Traffic was INSANE as we got closer to the Casino. We spent a good 10 minutes sitting at one light and then as we were trying to turn down the street towards the parking garage I was almost hit by the same car, twice, when I refused to let him in after he illegally went around about 10 cars to get to the very front. Megann don't play that game! He had some choice words for me, but I just smiled politely and waved (using all 5 fingers, mind you).
So we finally get there only to find a huge, long line of hundreds of people waiting to do the exact same thing that we were prepared to do. Special thanks to Calvin for standing all alone in a line going to a Miss America pageant!
After about an hour of waiting in line with everyone, and slowly making our way to the front, we were finally at the front doors with our little paper and ready to do our jobs! What's that, you say? We're in the wrong line?!?!
Needless to say, there was no Miss America pageant that evening for us. Apparently more people showed up than anticipated so the people directly in front of us were the last ones let in. So much for little girl dreams.....
Traffic was INSANE as we got closer to the Casino. We spent a good 10 minutes sitting at one light and then as we were trying to turn down the street towards the parking garage I was almost hit by the same car, twice, when I refused to let him in after he illegally went around about 10 cars to get to the very front. Megann don't play that game! He had some choice words for me, but I just smiled politely and waved (using all 5 fingers, mind you).
So we finally get there only to find a huge, long line of hundreds of people waiting to do the exact same thing that we were prepared to do. Special thanks to Calvin for standing all alone in a line going to a Miss America pageant!
After about an hour of waiting in line with everyone, and slowly making our way to the front, we were finally at the front doors with our little paper and ready to do our jobs! What's that, you say? We're in the wrong line?!?!
Needless to say, there was no Miss America pageant that evening for us. Apparently more people showed up than anticipated so the people directly in front of us were the last ones let in. So much for little girl dreams..... 
3 comments:
Here she is Miss. America. Here she is our ideal.
I sing that song for you because even through the trial of this event you are so much the better then the majority of all those contestants.
Just keep working with those fiery batons and some day you won't need to be a seat filler you can be and usher.
That's right baby, shoot for the stars.
that is SOOOOOOO FUNNY megann..i mean, not really, but you have to laugh right!! i love reading your blog..you crack me up!
I'm glad you're still having adventures. You need to write a book with all the funny/crazy things you're doing.
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