Get Dressed For Success

Yeah... I got money coming out the wazoo, baby!

Yeah… I got money coming out the wazoo, baby!

It’s the hip hoppity happiest day on the whole darn tootin’ internet!  Friday’s here, and you get more of that neverending story that’s had you hyped up with anticipation for the past 168 hours!  Yes, it’s another deliciously satisfying taste spoon full of my epic Millionaire Journey!  Last week we played with our food up in the ABC commissary, and when I left off, my group was being corralled to get ready for our moment in the studio spotlights.  That means the next stop is my dressing room… come on inside, if you dare!

Who wants to help me get dressed?

Who wants to help me get dressed?

Me and the rest of my taping group were led back to the infamous hall of dressing rooms I introduced you to in an earlier segment, only this time there were about 75% fewer people than there was when we passed through here in the morning and it felt about as spacious as the trash compactor in Star Wars.  You may recall all contestants from both groups were told to leave their show wardrobe in one of these dressing rooms before we were led into the green room.  Now we all got to play a fun game of “find the clothes you had abandoned amidst all the chaos four hours ago.”  It’s a lot like that similarly exciting game of “guess where you parked your car in the humongous mall parking lot”….

That green sweater's got to be here somewhere!

That green sweater’s got to be here somewhere!

I don’t have much trouble finding my get-up, and stake out my own private Idaho among the free for all of dressing rooms so I can get changed in relative privacy.  On with the hideous green sweater.  Up with the brand new khaki pants that would make Jake from State Farm jealous.  Back on with the semi-casual brown footwear I had already been trodding in the entire morning.  Sigh…. this is so not me.  I may as well have had on a custom made fancy tuxedo for how much I hated being out of my plain shirt, jeans and sneakers element…

Though I'd have looked much more smashing with Buster.

Though I’d have looked much more smashing with Buster.

I intentionally stalled a bit while dressing to the elevens nines because I knew what was coming up next… and I wanted to put that off as long as I could.  But being as this just wasn’t my lucky day, and helped by the fact that half of my group was female, I was still one of the first ones to emerge dressed and ready to go.  That meant there was a chair already waiting for me in the makeup room…

That's OK, I'll do my own eyeliner, thanks!

That’s OK, I’ll do my own eyeliner, thanks!

I recall from my days interning in the weather department at a local TV station that the on air meteorologists would make sure their stage makeup was touched up before any broadcast… and of course, it always looked weird for me to see a guy whip out a makeup kit and start applying it to his face.  The purpose of this makeup is to keep you from looking like a shiny douchebag on tape thanks to the overhead lighting and the effect of its reflection off your skin.  Plus, it’s good for covering up all those nasty pores and craters we don’t want several million people to see… which would embarrass mom almost as much as getting into an accident without clean undies on.

You'll never make it in television, Mars face...

You’ll never make it in television, Mars face…

I had always been under the impression that the Hollywood makeup process was just a big old puff full of flesh colored powder the cosmetologist would violently dab onto my face until the entire room was so filled full of fine dust particles that there’s be a massive explosion if someone lit a match.  Nuh-uh.  I watched in horror as my makeup lady mixed up this horrifically nasty batch of peach colored goo that she was no doubt about to assault my very skin with…

You'll be as drop dead gorgeous as I am in no time, my little squirrel!  Bwahahahaha!!!!

You’ll be as drop dead gorgeous as I am in no time, my little squirrel! Bwahahahaha!!!!

This disgusting, probably toxic mixture was an undercoating that gets applied before the stage powder.  It felt just as icky as it looked as this Jackson Pollack wannabe began applying it to my face.  I don’t know how you women put up with this…

Is the makeup session over yet?  Hello?  Are you still there, ma'am?

Is the makeup session over yet? Hello? Are you still there, ma’am?

While this goopy crap was going on, I began to wonder if the makeup lady was going to have a fit with my spurt of facial that looks like a tangled rain forest under my mouth.  For whatever reason, I simply decided to stop shaving that bit way back in 1995… and it’s sort of become my distinguishing feature.  It was kind of a “soul patch” before the concept even came to be, and it’s gone in and out of fashion countless times in the 19 years I’ve been sporting it.

Imagine what this would look like if you sprayed it with both Miracle Gro and Roundup.

Imagine what this would look like if you sprayed it with both Miracle Gro and Roundup weed killer.

It’s so wild and uneven, it looks like someone just glued a damn tumbleweed above my chin.  But having spent half my life with it now, I’d feel lost without it.  I’m constantly grabbing at it and twirling it in my fingers… especially when I’m bored, trying to think, or just a little stressed.  I can just see myself doing this on national television while trying to figure out a question… Regis would probably feel the need to reach over and slap my hand every time I reached for the weed patch.

Thankfully, my then 6 years worth of growth does not interfere enough with the Bondex being smeared on my face for the makeup artiste to feel compelled to grab a pair of scissors.  Once the powder is applied over the face spackle, I am free to go wander around the hall while the rest of my fellow contestants get tortured.

Thanks for making me look so pretty, girlfriend!

Thanks for making me look so pretty, girlfriend!

So now…. I wait.  It seems like an eternity for the rest of my group to go through the grueling makeup process.  It was during this idle time that I ran into one of the associate producers who had interviewed me at the audition two months ago (three months ago in blog time… ha!), and that’s when he told me that my impromptu weather forecast I did was what made him remember me and got me picked when they began filling all the slots.  Well how about that… all that time and money I invested in my college education didn’t go to waste after all!

It was worth every penny in student loans...

It was worth every penny in student loans…

I lingered around a group of my fellow finalists who were also waiting out the makeup phase, and they were listening to the carryover contestant Ed Toutant tell them a bit about yesterday’s taping he’d been a part of.  The carryover onto that show wound up incorrectly answering her $500,000 question, which only cost her $218,000 in winnings.  Then the first contestant from his group made it all the way up to the $125,000 question before walking away with the $64K he had already won.  Ed said that had the contestant gone for and answered that question correctly, his show would have likely been the third one to suffer the misfortune of only one fastest finger question… and he wouldn’t still be hanging around the studio today.

Hit the road, Jack!

Hit the road, Jack!

Ed also gave us a helpful bit of advice to help us keep up with the pace of the show.  Each taping had six segments, with five commercial breaks.  Keep track of the number of breaks, and you’ll know just how close you are to having your goose cooked.  By that fifth commercial break, if you’re still waiting for your shot, you better hope the Hot Seat contestant’s about ready to bail or fail.  Or there’s always sabotage…

Desperate times call for desperate measures...

Desperate times call for desperate measures…

Finally, all ten of us are done with the beautification process!  Now we get pulled into another room so we can get miked, since apparently the viewing audience may want to hear us when we mutter our incoherent answers.  This only involves running about ten miles of wire through the sacred parts underneath your clothes, all attached to a fifty pound box we have to have clipped to the back of our pants.  Yeah, this is really comfortable and a tad intrusive.  Why don’t you just go ahead and give me a catheter while you’re at it so I won’t need to be escorted to the potty anymore…

I'm good to tape all day now!

I’m good to tape all day now!

As we are getting enough wires run through our clothing to power all of Manhattan, one of the AP’s begins to instruct us on how the contestant intros will work.  The ten finalists competing for that Hot Seat spot all get introduced just before the first fastest finger question gets asked, and it’s considered to be our “four seconds of fame,” and our chance to say hello to the world who was watching… you know, just in case we bomb out and that’s all the time we get to send a special message to the ones we love out there…

Hi Mom!

Hi Mom!

There is a camera covering each side of the Ring of Fire we will be sitting in, and each camera will start with the contestant on the far end and work their way towards the middle.  They alternate cameras as we are being introduced… so the order of introduction is 1, 10, 2, 9, 3, 8, 4, 7, 5, 6.  Or, for our purposes, we had to just count the number of times the red light on our camera had gone on and figure out how far we were away from the end of our row.  Since I was in Seat 9, I would be up the second time my camera’s red light came on.  This was an awful lot of fucking math and remembering of routines we were being forced to tuck away along with all of that valuable trivia knowledge we were hoping to show off.

Look up "camera red light" on Google, and this is all you get...

Look up “camera red light” on Google, and this is all you get…

Well, we’re dressed, prettified, miked, and all ready and rarin’ to go.  We are once again lined up in the hallway by our seat order and taken downstairs to the studio.  Unlike the last time we had entered this door for rehearsal, when it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, now your very thoughts were being drowned out by the raucous sounds of a live audience that was sitting just on the other side of the bleachers we were waiting behind, and they were getting pumped up for the taping they were about to watch….

Our taping.

This is it, folks.  Shit’s about to get real now….

Thank God for that catheter....

Thank God for that catheter….

We’re going on stage… in front of all those cameras and that big audience!

Next Friday. 😀

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About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
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21 Responses to Get Dressed For Success

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    Did somebody say make up??? Ahhhh…167 ish more hours to go…

  2. NotAPunkRocker says:

    Ah, yes. That makeup sounds like the junk they used at Glamour Shots at the mall. Pumpkin colored spackle in person =still pale and pasty on film. Next to impossible to remove too…

    (yes, I went there; no, I didn’t want to. It was my mother’s wish to get pictures of me at 15 looking like a “model”. )

    • Oh dear… that was definitely cruel and unusual punishment. I know you feel the same way I do about having pictures taken… and as bad as I think I look normally, I think I’d cringe even more if I were made to look like some Hollywood star!

  3. PigLove says:

    Biting my hooves now with anticipation. OMP! Whoever said it would be easy to get in the hot chair – WOW! XOXO – Bacon

  4. So exciting! I can hardly wait for the next installment. After all this, I can’t imagine what will happen next.

  5. Still milking it, eh?

    Stage makeup, done right, looks a lot better on TV than it does in the mirror. Honest. Badly done, you look like a zombie having a bad day, which has to be very bad indeed.

    I will hold my breath for the next installment. You know, if I follow your example, I could take any of my anecdotes and stretch them to easily a dozen posts. I don’t know why I don’t.

  6. calipatti says:

    You are not nice making us wait.

  7. markbialczak says:

    Oh my God. Squirrel with a soul patch is about to share the stage with Regis Philbin. Acorns will roll next Friday! Glad I’ve stuck around the last three years, ESN …

  8. draliman says:

    Woohoo, sounds like the action’s about to start! After the biggest build-up in the history of blogdom, I’m expecting something pretty special, little squirrel 🙂
    All the way through this I’ve been in a state of panic, almost as if it were me going in front of the cameras!

    • Hmmmm, I’ll have to dig into my little box of digressions for the next four or five weeks… I’m sure I can delay the very special moments inevitably if I just put my mind to it! 😀

  9. calipatti says:

    Horrible, every Friday I return for more abuse. Makeup, really makeup!
    I’m old, hope I live long enough.
    Please do not drag DrAli into a run on story like this.
    You are living up to your name.

  10. How many weeks longer is this going to go on for? The suspense is torture!

    • Only the shadow knows!!! Bwahahaha!!!!

      In seriousness, though… I’m already thinking the last part is going to be the last Friday of November. Yes, I said November!

      The good news is… the next two months worth of posts will all be exciting action from the show itself! 😀

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