Saturday, February 14, 2009

We survived the cattle call that was the auditions for a, um, nationally televised talent show.

I’d love to tell you all about it, except that I signed a contract, agreeing not to discuss or disclose events related to the Program, my involvement in the Program, blah blah blah, forever in perpetuity, world without end, amen.  I think I signed away Boo’s first born son, too, but I’m not sure.

I can probably tell you that we sat around and waited for  3 hours before it was our turn and then the kids danced half their dance (we knew going in that they only allow a minute and a half performance) and it was over.  Now it’s “don’t call us, we’ll call you.”  If we hear back from them, we move on to a live performance.  It not, well then that’s it.

It was fun, though.  I could have done without the people smoking pot outside the entrance (hello? major resort and convention center!) or the cross dressers (we only saw them briefly and I think the kids didn’t notice.  I wish I hadn’t), but other than that it was a good experience.

My favorite part was Boo’s answer to the question on his application – Why do you think you are America’s next great talent?  “I’m a good dancer and a great guy with a winning smile.”  Gotta love the boy!

My least favorite part- paying $19 for parking.

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