Super Bowl Sunday

My audition at The Jungle went pretty well. I remembered all of my monologue (major bonus) and got a little chuckle out of the auditioner, so I would consider it a success. I was glad to get the opportunity to be seen, even if nothing else happens.

I went over to my parents' house for their Super Bowl party and realized that I had never really watched a Super Bowl game all the way through (I don't think). I mainly watched to see the commercials. I don't know if anyone else saw it, but the one with the guy, the cat, and the spaghetti sauce was excellent. That and the Lays potato chips one were my favorites. $2.4 million for each 30 second spot. Crazy. That could make or break someone's agency if the commercial is a flop. Yikes. I also wondered whether the talent was paid more for the Super Bowl spots than for an ordinary union spot. Probably not, is what I surmised, because the time itself cost so much that the talent might have been paid less. Ha! I wouldn't put it past them. But it would be nice to tell everyone, "Hey, tune into the Super Bowl and you'll see my commercial!"

I was going to bring my sister's old CD burner home with me tonight but I forgot it. I always do that: intend to take something from my parents' house and leave it there for a few more days because I forget to take it with me. No matter: I'll be there tomorrow night to do laundry and spend the night. I can get it then.

Now it's time to take my vitamins, brush my teeth, and go to sleep.