Oprah.
That's right, dear readers. Today, I ate lunch with Oprah. The Oprah. "You get a car!" Oprah. (And Gayle, but psh, sorry Gayle, you are so not as famous as your "best friend." Totally yesterday's news.) In fact, Oprah and I are practically besties now and I'm going to be warming a chair on Friday's live broadcasts of "The Show" right next to you, Gayle. Ha! You take your crummy potential editorial assistant positions, Gayle, I don't want them! (Or, erm, okay, maybe I do. Truce?)
Okay, so it didn't happen quite like that. But Oprah was in fact in my building today and I did eat lunch TWO TABLES away from her ... after strategically planning it that way with my fellow interns as we hurriedly dropped what we were doing, breaking copy machines and leaving facts unchecked to scurry down to the cafe to catch a glimpse of O herself. Yep, just like your mom would have.
And you know, everyone was very cool. Very nonchalant. Very I see Oprah but I will not acknowledge her direclty or gawk, as she is a professional, successful businesswoman, much like myself. Shit, why isn't my camera phone working?*
You know, except for one of my fellow interns who proceded to march right up to the media queen herself and tell her about a dream she just had about skiing with O and Gayle. And then Oprah shook her hand, and looked over at me and the other other intern (both of us red-faced trying not to be "those girls") and NODDED IN MY DIRECTION MAKING EYE CONTACT, as I limply waved like the fool I am who didn't have the cahones to go up to Oprah and say hello. And perhaps hand Gayle a resume (Hi, Gayle! I was just kidding before about taking your place, really. Heh. Heheh.).
Because, while everyone argues over whether Twitter is insanely useful or an insane fad, I think we all can agree that if it has any true purpose at all it is to be an outlet to immediately alert EVERYONE that you have spoken with Oprah and they should all be jealous.
*I did not take such a photo, of course. I am far too classy and appropriate for such childish, paparazzatic games
Because, while everyone argues over whether Twitter is insanely useful or an insane fad, I think we all can agree that if it has any true purpose at all it is to be an outlet to immediately alert EVERYONE that you have spoken with Oprah and they should all be jealous.
*I did not take such a photo, of course. I am far too classy and appropriate for such childish, paparazzatic games
5 comments:
HIL-ARIOUS...It's like that time I saw Brian Williams for the first time and almost passed out..no really, I had to be calmed down by everyone around me. Now I see him everyday and mutter Hi, Mr. Williams...I get the hi out and then everything else is just mumbled and I look like an idiot.But we make eye contact, so it's cool....lol
great post!
I am truly and insanely jealous.
Hahaha - I would totally mumble in front of Brian Williams, too. Making eye contact with the celebs... oh boy we are on our way aren't we?
Wow, that's awesome! You don't ever hear about Oprah going out and about.
I am so jealous. You are so lucky!
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