Mission: Oprah

You’re reading this blog right now, which implies that you already know what I am about to tell you: I love Oprah. I quote her like a guru, I talk about her like she’s my friend. I use Oprah-isms in my daily language to the point where my Israeli sweetheart, thinks that shlumpadinka and Vajayjay are real English words.

Since you’ve already read my Life List, you know that #1 on my list is seeing Oprah. Last time I was in Chi Town, in addition to all of the fun, another amazing friend who was living in Chicago at the time, via NY and on her way to join me in Israel, Ravit took me on a pilgrimage to Harpo studios. Harpo was closed but I was so elated just to be there, I took pictures by the sign and since I carried my O magazine from that month all over Chicago with me, I even took a picture with the Oprah on the magazine cover in front of the empty ghost town building. That was enough for me then. I was thrilled.

But #1 on my life list is the real deal. I want to see Oprah in person, I want to sit in the audience.

Then I got the news: Oprah is ending her show. I’m sad but understand her reasons. And since I’ve not yet stayed at a job for longer than 3 years, I can’t begin to imagine how hard and crucial that decision must have been. Personally, though, I can’t imagine a world without the Oprah Show. But it also means something else: I have just one chance to get up close and personal with Mama Oprah.

In late November, I am going to New Jersey with my Boo to spend Thanksgiving with my family, to be with amazing friends at their love-infused wedding and to road trip it to Chicago, to visit my wonderful friend, Dr. Eva. Like Oprah and Gayle, Boo and I are going to sign and annoy each other across the country all the way to Chicago from New Jersey.

We can’t wait to spend my 29th birthday weekend in Chi Town on Dr. E’s red carpet ride but there is one more goal on this trip- I want to meet Oprah. I want to sit in the audience of the Oprah Show. I want to at least tour the studio. I want to get closer to the lady and the legend. Oprah has taught me so much, I want to meet my teacher, and walk through the hallways of the school.

Recently and not for the first time, I put a dream of mine into the universe, and the universe answered. Oprah taught me that. So I’m doing it again:

My dear friends and blog readers, please help me get to Oprah. We can do this, together. I check the Oprah website every day to see if the reservations window is open, but no luck yet. I’m going to try to get tickets the legitimate way, but I need your help. If all of the people I know and love contact all of the people they know and love, surely we can find a way to get me to Oprah. So let’s do this. Knowing me, it’ll be like Chicago Jewish Geography at first- who knows a Jew in the great windy city who knows Jew that can get me to Oprah. Then it will expand until eventually, I find myself in the audience of the Oprah Show.  I have faith. I’m putting it on my vision board. It will happen. Please contact me if you have any leads, or know of anything I can do to get Oprah Show tickets for early December.

Oh, and universe, I’s like to thank you in advance for your cooperation on this matter.

 

See you soon, Mama Oprah!