So remember on Tuesday when I said I was doing something that day I hoped I could share with you all soon?
Well...I'm here to share.
So Tuesday night I went to the tryouts for the Atlanta Braves Tomahawk Girls 2013 Team. Along with about 100 other Atlanta gals. The Tomahawk Girls are the ones that do in-stadium promotions and interact with the crowd and, I have wanted to do something like this for a looooong, loooooong time.
As soon as I got to Turner Field, I learned I was about 8 years older than the average candidate and was lacking about a pound of makeup, some bleach blonde hair, some shorts juuuust short enough to show some cheek and a set of fake nails.
I felt like I had entered a mix of Pageant-Land, Sorority Rush and America's Next Top Model all in one. These girls were FREAKING out. I'm weird in that I don't really get nervous about many of things. I could not say the same about some of these girls.
I kept quiet during the "I go to Georgia College"...."OMG so do IIIIIII!" "Nooo WAAAY!" conversations. But have to say I thoroughly enjoyed some of the convos I overheard like "I wish my collarbone stuck out like that girl's" or "I thought being in a sorority would prepare me for this but I am SO nervous" to, this winner....."Oh my gahhh, I was so scared I was going to be the oldest one here. I JUST turned 20. I'm so old." I assured her to relax, that I would take the
old lady title of the wisest. This proved to be true later on as she was freezing outside in shorts and I managed a-okwith my leggings. Oh the wisdom "age" brings.
We walked all through the empty stadium up to the Club rooms overlooking the field, got our
mug shots glamour shots taken and filled out paperwork. From there, I heard the worst news ever. Our next activity was to.....
LEARN A DANCE.
If any of you have had the pleasure of being at a club with me, you'll know that I am typically the girl on the outskirts doing the head bob or some other un-rhythmic move not in sync to the music. I pretty much felt like I should just leave...but then, out of nowhere, my Krieger determination took over and I rocked that Tomahawk girl dance! Chop chop! Maybe I should vlog it. It's pretty impressive.
After that we learned to fold and tape t-shirts for the t-shirt gun which I think is a life skill that will come in handy many times down the road #not
Then we broke off into groups of 8 and went and introduced ourselves to the panel and did the dance again.
After all the girls had performed again, they came and announced the 13 numbers that were moving on to "the final stage." And ya'll I was ONE OF THEM!!! Que inner college girl squeals.
So, as the 13 of us sat on the floor and watched the others file out...SO AWKWARD....this one blonde chick looks at me, walks by and says "I mean really?!" I probably should be offended but every time I tell this story I just giggle. Girls are so catty.
And for the next two hours, we sat and got to know each other as one-by-one we headed into our one-on-one interviews. WHICH, went amazing, UNTIL
we started talking logistics. And I was disqualified basically because I have to work. There are 81 home games and you are only allowed to exempt 8. And you have to be there three and a half hours before a game. Which means you have to be stadium ready at 3:30 PM. So basically the Braves pretty much own your soul during the summer.
See where that whole Stay At Home Girlfriend comes into play?
I was a sad muffin
So, It was not the news I was hoping to share with you all, but instead, it was the dream that almost was....unfortunately, I have to be a gainful employee. Boo!