I don’t even watch TV, but I thought I had a chance to be on it when I replied to a flier looking for participants in a new reality show. Each episode, a different pair of female best friends (one of whom is ‘ugly’ in the conventional sense) get a makeover and ‘lads’ (that would include me) give their opinions on the girls and the makeover.
We met at 8 AM Saturday morning, which is not usually my best hour, but I did manage to look decent. Walking to the hotel lobby where we were to meet was comical, as I saw two other stylishly dressed guys, and given the hour and the neighborhood, guessed correctly we were going to the same place.
The organizational skills of the TV show were a bit lacking. We waited around in the lobby for 45 minutes before walking half a mile to the ‘studio’ which doubles as a brewery, waited outside another 45 minutes, before we finally went inside, viewed a video of the two girls and criticized their appearance, before finally leaving.
In summary, I got up painfully early so I could wait around forever and then criticize someone. I’m a wonderful person, really!
I really hope your female best friends don’t read your blog as the quote “one of whom is ugly” is not going to go down well.
Ooh – your right – poor wording. I know neither of the girls, but the show was advertised specifically looking for pairs of girls, one who was ugly. I’ve rephrased it, thanks!