Fame, Fortune, and Factoids

Ever since I was a kid, I've wanted to be on Jeopardy. Thanks to an email I received the other day, I'm one step closer to realizing that dream. I was randomly selected out of thousands of applicants to try out for the show in Chicago at the end of July. Yes, I know. 'Randomly selected' doesn't really mean a whole lot. This time, though, they selected the right person. Those of you who have had the pleasure of losing to me at trivia games can attest to that *grin*.

The process goes something like this_ I show up at Navy Pier at 9_30 am, alone. They were very adamant about this point. (I hope they aren't running a scam where they lock me in a closet and steal my pants. Falling for that trick once was enough...) After checking in, they administer a 50 question test. Those who pass the test get to stick around to participate in a mock version of the game show. Even if you do really well there, there's no guarantee of a spot. It's one of those "don't call us - we'll call you" type deals.

So, even though I'm a long way from schmoozing with Trebeck, I'm still pretty excited. And even if I fail the test horribly, I'll get a fun weekend in Chicago - one of my favorite cities of all time.

Until then, I'll be brushing up on my random facts and hoping my quest doesn't turn out to be a . . . 'trivial pursuit'.


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