Day 318 of 365 days.
So today was Steph and my "Adventure in New York." We got up and left our friends apartment and had lunch then wandered throughout Manhattan seeing the sites. Here I am in front of Rockefellar Center.
At 5:00, we had our test for Who Wants to be a Millionairre. We showed up at the ABC building 30 min early to stand in line with 40 or so other couples. IDs were checked and we were led through a metal detector into a cafeteria where the test was administered. We were given a number to designate us as couples and individuals (Steph was 12A, I was 12B). The test is multiple choice and we had to take it separately. If one of you passes and the other fails you may be considered for the regular show, but if you both pass you're considered as a couple. You only have 10 minutes to complete the 30 question test. After they score the tests they announce the numbers of people who passed. "10 A and B, 13 A and B, 16 A and B, 12 A and B..." Yep, that was us. Why they read them mostly in order except for us, I have no idea. I stopped listening after us, so I don't know how many other people passed. But couple 11, seated at the same table with us, did not.
Anyway, they interviewed us and asked us questions about how we met, and why we loved each other, how I proposed and the typical stuff that you might expect them to make small talk banter about on the show. After we answered their questions they informed us that we would be getting a post card in the mail in 2-3 weeks letting us know if we'd be on the show or not either way. So we did about as well, as we could do I guess, since we both passed and they seemed to like us in our interview (but I mean, I guess they're supposed to seem like that). Still, we both passed and that's something. I'm proud of us. Woohoo!
In sadder news, when we got back to my friends apartment, I was immediately informed from a fellow wrestler via instant messenger that Chris Benoit, one of my all time favorite wrestlers, had died/been killed along with his wife and son. I don't even know what to say about that other than that it is obviously tragic, not just because he was one of my favorite performers to watch but he because a whole family (including a 7 year old) is just suddenly gone. It really sucks.