Maybe this isn’t normal conversation in your house…but oddly enough this is normal in ours.
I talked to my aunt on the phone, and she wanted to know if I’d be interested in being interviewed to be on a new Survivor. Like it could totally just happen, all I needed to say was “Sure.” See, her son (my favorite cousin) works for Mark Burnett and somehow or another the Survivor producers knew that he had a cousin who is a little person. Well, they wanted him to call me and talk to me about being on this show. Now, nothing has come out of it, and Nick hasn’t called me…so it was probably a flash in the pan, passing thought.
But still, in that brief conversation with my aunt, I had to consider whether I wanted to be on national television, half naked, eating bugs, rats, R.O.U.S’s, or what have you and telling half the world that I can’t swim very well (I can’t swim very well). And plus, I know I’d be doomed to be the first person voted off. And NOBODY wants to be the first. At the Survivor finale night nobody would remember me. They’d be on the couches at home saying, “Who is she? I never saw her.”
“Yes you did, remember she’s the one that can’t swim.”
“Oh yeah. The Water Wings Incident.”
See. This is a no brainer. There’s no freaking way I’d be on that show. I may be a Christmas Elf but I do have some dignity left. So I told my aunt, “Well, I don’t want to be on the show, but I want to talk to him anyway.” She came back with: “Well, you know, they do the talk show circuit and late night talk shows…it would be good publicity.” Obviously she doesn’t think the Water Wings Incident would be detrimental to my career.
So there you have it. A conversation in passing in the Kendall house. Oh, and last night we watched the new Law & Order and our old stage manager was on it. “Hey! It’s Dan!” But that kind of stuff happens more often than not. If you’ve lived in New York, you’ve probably been on Law & Order.
Anyway, that’s all from here. Winter is going to end up being the last person to leave the party and as soon as it does the flip-flops are comin’ out.
PS. Dave and I survived “The Great Cold of ‘08″ this week (Dave’s still in recovery) and my church has decided that it’s okay to wear jeans on Easter! Woo hoo! No stressing out about what to wear!
But if you’re in Dallas, I’ve got my own rental car and there are a billion restaurants around me. Let’s do dinner!
