I spent the day at a TV studio as a game show contestant, something, I have to say, I never thought I would do.
There will be more about it eventually, but I’m still processing. And also, I can’t legally tell the whole story for a few months. But the day went well. And it was a fascinating look at a world I’d never seen before.
We went out to dinner afterwards and this song came on the radio:
I admit that I love this song, partly for its really brilliant and chilling deployment in an episode of Veronica Mars (Return of the Kane from Season 1, in case anyone’s interested), but mostly because the song sounds like freedom and summer to me. And there was something so perfect about hearing it while sitting in a restaurant in Venice Beach.
Right now I’m trying to decide if I’m going to go downstairs and drink at the hotel bar with fellow contestants or put on my pajamas and go to bed. I feel some sense of obligation toward the first one and would probably have fun, but I spent all day with those people and part of me wants to just turn it off. So the jury’s still out.
Mr. Spy thinks I should write an article about this. But right now my recollections of the day are still too fragmentary. I think I’ll do better with it after a little distance.
Tomorrow I go back to being a tourist. I am looking forward to seeing the ocean. It’s been far too long.