The auditions began at 10am at the RCWilleys. I have never actually been to an RCWilley in my life. (I guess generic furniture and free hot dogs aren't my thing.) As we walked up and saw the line we both commented that it didn't look to bad and scoffed at the people who saw the line and turned around. When we got to the parking lot and saw the row of porta-pottys and the Disneyland style switchback line we still thought it didn't look to bad.
Then we realized the line went out the parking lot, up the sidewalk, across the train tracks, up the street, around the corner, around the corner again and down the street almost back to the store we realized we were in for it. But the day was beautiful, not to hot or cold, there were interesting people to watch and promise of great stories to tell. 
After about 90 minutes we finally made it to the original line in the parking lot and purchased a slice of pizza from a Little Caesars cart that was capitalizing on the captive audience. I used the porta-potty which was already out of toilet paper and almost full, bleck! Then I rejoined Meg in line. I talked to people on the phone, read my book, talked to Meg, listened to my iPod and just daydreamed. This took me about half way through the parking lot line and until about 1pm. About this time is when a "short application" began to be distributed that we were supposed to fill out in addition to our "long application" we had brought with us. So hundreds of us were walking and trying to write about our most embarrassing moment and most outrageous thing we had ever done. As the day wore on, I kept thinking that waiting there in line filled both categories. But the longer we waited and the sorer our legs and feet and back became and the hungrier we got and the more sunburned, also the more we became determined that we had to see it out. If we had already spent 3,4,5 hours there then we couldn't stop now could we?!
Finally we got up to the door and were ready to head inside the warehouse of RC Willey. We had arrived!! Of course, you could predict it, the line weaved around inside too. But we couldn't give up NOW! So we stuck it out for the remaining 2.5 hours until we got our big chance!
Our big chance was 10 people in front of a casting director. Each person then put down their short application and had 20 seconds to "dazzle" them with the answer to the question, "Tell me about yourself". After my 20 seconds my heart was pounding and I am not ever sure what I said from delirium and exhaustion, she picked up my application and moved on to the next person. What did that mean? Was I in? After all ten of us talked she announced that the people who's applications were still on the table should stay and the rest of us could leave. I had a wave of embarrassment and shame as i skulked down the hallway out into the main store. Of course they dump you into the store. Why wouldn't I want to buy furniture after I stood around for 7 hours?! I waited a few moments for Meg, who was one of the chosen ones. She came out and said they did another round of 20 second interview and she talked to the main guy. But mainly we were both happy to be headed home and sitting down and/or going to the bathroom were more appealing than prospect of a million dollars or even Howie!
