Day One- Hello Old Friend

First day of unemployment and experiencing what will probably hold to be one of the greatest perks of not working: watching The Price is Right in real time. Yes, the host has changed, the mic is a bit bigger, and we aren’t reminded to spay and neuter our pets at the end (I wonder if this is going to affect the pet population), yet it is just as enjoyable to watch as when I was five. Watching the Price is Right brings me back to childhood. When I was five, I wouldn’t let my mom take me to kindergarten until the showcase was over… it was that important. I always felt bad for the person who got the dune buggy as a grand prize, because even at a young age I knew that was a stupid gift unless you live in the middle of the desert. But now, BOTH showcase prizes are filled with fabulosity. No more car for one, a bedroom set for the other. Today for example, one prize included: a personal chef, new grill, a spa day and a trip to Switzerland. The second one included a refrigerator …with a TV IN IT! I didn’t know that existed. However, my heart sank a bit when I saw the second part—it was a hot tub. So 1982 I thought. BUT, then I saw… it had a TV IN IT (see a theme here). Finally, the prize was rounded out with a trip to Boston with a 6 day hotel stay and a helicopter ride around the city. A far cry from Switzerland, but it is definitely not a cutlery set and a catamaran. In the end, the woman won the trip to Switzerland and all was good in the world. To all my friends working right now, you are missing out. The 30 second clips on The Soup cannot replace the one hour of complete zen-ness experienced while watching people play Plinko and the” Dude who goes up the mountain.” Perhaps this is my calling? To summarize TPIR for those who are unfortunately chained to a cube during the day? We shall see though, because Judge Pirro comes on at 4:00 and I KNOW I’ll have some commentary on that show.

Note: My good friend was on The Price is Right in college and got to the showcase but didn’t win. She DID win a brass 4-post king bed which I had the pleasure of sleeping on, and it truly was fabulous. It was a sad day when she sold that bed when she moved out of the city. I hope the new owners treat it well.

Song of the day: Put Your Ass Into It, Ice Cube~ “Life ain’t a track meet, it’s a marathon.”