Evidently I'm cool, but not cool enough

We've all had those days where we waited in the most insane long line for something and the whole time we keep thinking, "should I just get out of the line, is it really worth it?" But the more time you invest in that line, the more you feel it more of a waste to not proceed forward. And there's always that satisfaction of looking behind you and seeing the line build, as there's nothing worse than being last. So there I was, in the parking lot of RC Wiley at 8:30 am on Saturday waiting in line among several thousand crazies like myself for a ridiculous shot at becoming a contestant on my favorite game show, Deal or no Deal. One of those totally weird days where you end up becoming friends by default with the most random people that you've zigzagged past 30 times in line and after a few hours you just can't ignore them anymore and you feel like you're in some weird twilight zone episode of survivor cause you never would have chosen to spend your entire Saturday with these people. And believe me, I could do a whole segment of posts just describing some of the most bizarre (and excruciatingly painful, at times) conversations I got roped into. I always think I'm such a people person until I walk away from an experience like that completely drained. I have confirmed that I have a stamp on my forehead (that just doesn't show up in the mirror) that says "please tell me your life story, I'm dying to hear it."

So after 6 and a half hours of purely delightful line waiting, there I was, ready to go blurt out my 20 seconds of "selling myself" to the casting directors. They put us in groups of 10 around a table and then after each person did a 20 second "pick me pick me" pitch they just said, "you, you and you please stay, everyone else can head out that door." Luckily I was one of those "yous" and then I went to wait in another line to go in a room where the supposed "higher up" casting directors sat waiting for us. I got thrown in another group of 10 to go and do the same thing. Well since my somewhat creative pitch worked the first time I figured I would spatter off the same thing since it was a different person judging me. Lo and behold, he sent away everyone from the table except for this dude from Wyoming, and me. He sat there looking over my application and scanning my answers to the questions and asked me what seemed like 101 questions. He seemed very intrigued and was laughing at nearly anything I said. I was thinking "holy crap I totally nailed this I'm so awesome" and then he shot me a big smile and shook my hand and said, "thanks so much Denise" and that was it. WHAT???!!!? I'm so confused! Where's my yellow slip? Rumor had it there are call backs on Tuesday night and the "yellow slip" is the golden ticket. I'm so bummed, the dude was loving me and we were totally jiving and then all of a sudden, bam, no slip for Denise. I saw him taking notes on my app as I walked out and now all I can do is wonder what in the crap this was all about. I'm still somewhat hopeful that NBC may just send a call my way sometime before January, cross your fingers!

Please leave comments if you have friends/family who had similar experiences, I'd especially like to know what callbacks was like for any of you who know someone that attends on Tuesday night.