So the other night I was laying in bed wide awake. It was late at night, but I think I'd had a few diet Coke's too many and I couldn't sleep. Plus Travis was snoring a bit (sorry honey, but you were) and that wasn't helping my plight either. So my mind turned to very random thoughts one of which was a plaid shirt I've been obsessing over.
You see often times if I see something I like I can't get it out of my mind until I get it, eat it, buy it, create it, or whatever I have to do to satisfy my craving. So ever since Oprah and Gayle went to Yosemite a while back I've been obsessing over the perfect plaid shirt. Why? Because I loved the shirt Oprah was wearing when she went horse back riding, and I have been trying to find one like it ever since. But I still haven't found the perfect one. So as I was laying there I picked up my iPhone and went to Oprah.com to try to see if I could email her about where she got the shirt. (In a perfect world someone would get back to me and tell me that Oprah's shirt was way too expensive for me to ever buy, but at least I'd know where it came from and maybe stop obsessing over it.)
But on my iPhone I couldn't see anything about an email address for Oprah. So I got out of bed and came out to my actual computer. Once I pulled up Oprah's website I noticed a little blurb about this two day window to apply for a lottery to win tickets to Oprah's after the Oscar's taping in LA. I thought to myself: "I'd like to win tickets to that." So I applied, (and still sent an email asking about Oprah's shirt) went back to bed, and didn't tell anyone for fear that it might jinx my chances of winning tickets. And for the next two days I did what Oprah is always telling people to do and I sent out positive energy and thoughts like this: please, please let me win tickets! I really want to go, I've always wanted to see Oprah and this is her last season! You know, a lot of positive pleading and whining, stuff like that.
So yesterday, which by the way was my birthday (so that makes this story even better) I pulled up my email to see this: Oprah Show Reservations: The Oprah Show Reservation Request Status. Then I opened the email expecting to see, sorry, but your request was denied, dream on lady.
But instead I saw this: Great news! Your ticket reservation request has been selected for the Oprah's After-Oscar(R) Party Taping 2/28/11 in LA show taping.
What? No way. There is no way. No, no way. But guess what? It's true! I won Oprah's lottery and I got 2 tickets to go to the taping in LA!
So here's the hard part for me. I've actually shed tears over this people so please, please don't hate me. Remember back a few days when I was applying for this in the middle of the night, never, ever thinking I'd actually win? Well as you filled out your application you had to actually name your guest. I mean even before you ever won the tickets you had to decide who you would take if you won. Now that's a tough decision. Sophie's choice tough practically. I have a Mom, four beautiful sisters, a lot of super close friends, and plenty more close friends, all of whom would like to go with me. I'm pretty sure I'd quickly become the most popular girl around if I asked if anyone would care to join me for a little Oprah. But I had to make a decision. And they only let you put one name on your application, and they said you had to be 100% sure because they were checking ID at the door. So here's how I chose my friend. Location, location, location. Plus, she's one of my very dearest friends.
My friend Liz lives very near LA (no car rental or hotel) and she loves Oprah, and she has taken me to do many a fun thing in my life, and she's been a good friend to me since infancy (literally we've known each other that long). So it only made sense to chose her. But I think in that choice I've hurt a lot of feelings. And I feel really awful about that and wish I could have more tickets, but I can't. So please just be happy for me and don't think I'm a horrible person because I didn't choose you.
So now I need a new outfit! What do you wear to meet the Queen? Or at least sit hundreds of feet away from her and scream her name when she comes out on stage. Seriously, I need help. What would you wear?
Oh and also, I bought a ticket to this in Arizona in April, I can't wait!
I promise to get back to blogging next week (this week was crazy busy, it was my Dad's birthday, my birthday, my kids were out of school, I hosted a church party last night at my house, today is my nephew's baptism, and tomorrow we're having family over for the Super Bowl). But next week is looking good for blogging. I have a fun tutorial all ready to go on Monday :)