My evening with Oprah
Sit back folks, this one is gonna be a little weird...
Kate, my mom and I were in an elevator in a building on 5th Ave going to visit none other than the almighty Oprah Winfrey. Why? I really can't fathom a reason but just go along with the story please. The elevator stopped at the very top floor and right as it opened, we were greeted by a 15 foot wide by 40 foot long pool that was maybe 5 feet deep and was lined with blue tiles. There was really no way to go around the pool as it filled up the entire room so I jumped in and swam around. I held my breath and swam to one side and back to the other and while I was underwater, I noticed that there were two women who were hired to look like mermaids and were swimming around in the pool too. I tried to impress them with my breath-holding abilities and kept swimming underwater.
As I got to the end of the pool, Oprah was standing there greeting us. I noticed that on the wall were paintings of famous artists and as I looked even closer, they turned out to be original Degas' and Manet's. I was quite impressed.
As I was getting dried off, I overheard Oprah telling my mom that all of the paintings in the house would not only change to what she liked (like Bill Gates house), the painting would change to what she was thinking about through telepathic powers. She was bragging that no one in the world had that in their house yet and it started to piss me off.
Fast forward to kate and I walking around and we decided to stop off at Oprahs building (I guess she owned an entire building in my dream) and we went to the restaurant/boutique they had inside it. It was quite posh and everyone seemed to be a model or super rich socialite hanging out inside of it.
I grabbed a table inside the tiny boutique but this time kate was gone and I was with my buddy Macaroni instead. He wasn't phased at all by all of the snooty rich people and ordered a cheese and bread platter. I ordered the $5 iced tea.
As we were seated, there was a table full of rich-looking model girls who were total bitches to us and the entire time I was sitting down, I felt totally out of place. They were all pointing at us and laughing under their breath and I was constantly checking to see if I was dressed well etc etc. I finally had enough and walked up to the table of bitches and told them off. Macaroni stood up and threw his cheese platter at them and we started laughing and walked out. As I stormed out, I threw my napkin in the air and knocked over something that was on the counter.
When I got out of the boutique I was with Kate again and we were in front of the main restaurant area where a maitre d was blocking the entrance. As she tried to block me from coming in, I said I was with Oprah and barged in and found Oprah sitting with my mom. I sat down and was really huffy and started to bitch about the fiasco I just had and Oprah brushed it off like it was nothing. I'm not sure if my mom was on my side or not but I was getting really mad and stood up, politely thanked Oprah for the stay at her house and stormed out of the restaurant.
Then I woke up totally pissed. Yeah, um, I dunno...
Kate, my mom and I were in an elevator in a building on 5th Ave going to visit none other than the almighty Oprah Winfrey. Why? I really can't fathom a reason but just go along with the story please. The elevator stopped at the very top floor and right as it opened, we were greeted by a 15 foot wide by 40 foot long pool that was maybe 5 feet deep and was lined with blue tiles. There was really no way to go around the pool as it filled up the entire room so I jumped in and swam around. I held my breath and swam to one side and back to the other and while I was underwater, I noticed that there were two women who were hired to look like mermaids and were swimming around in the pool too. I tried to impress them with my breath-holding abilities and kept swimming underwater.
As I got to the end of the pool, Oprah was standing there greeting us. I noticed that on the wall were paintings of famous artists and as I looked even closer, they turned out to be original Degas' and Manet's. I was quite impressed.
As I was getting dried off, I overheard Oprah telling my mom that all of the paintings in the house would not only change to what she liked (like Bill Gates house), the painting would change to what she was thinking about through telepathic powers. She was bragging that no one in the world had that in their house yet and it started to piss me off.
Fast forward to kate and I walking around and we decided to stop off at Oprahs building (I guess she owned an entire building in my dream) and we went to the restaurant/boutique they had inside it. It was quite posh and everyone seemed to be a model or super rich socialite hanging out inside of it.
I grabbed a table inside the tiny boutique but this time kate was gone and I was with my buddy Macaroni instead. He wasn't phased at all by all of the snooty rich people and ordered a cheese and bread platter. I ordered the $5 iced tea.
As we were seated, there was a table full of rich-looking model girls who were total bitches to us and the entire time I was sitting down, I felt totally out of place. They were all pointing at us and laughing under their breath and I was constantly checking to see if I was dressed well etc etc. I finally had enough and walked up to the table of bitches and told them off. Macaroni stood up and threw his cheese platter at them and we started laughing and walked out. As I stormed out, I threw my napkin in the air and knocked over something that was on the counter.
When I got out of the boutique I was with Kate again and we were in front of the main restaurant area where a maitre d was blocking the entrance. As she tried to block me from coming in, I said I was with Oprah and barged in and found Oprah sitting with my mom. I sat down and was really huffy and started to bitch about the fiasco I just had and Oprah brushed it off like it was nothing. I'm not sure if my mom was on my side or not but I was getting really mad and stood up, politely thanked Oprah for the stay at her house and stormed out of the restaurant.
Then I woke up totally pissed. Yeah, um, I dunno...
- Tuesday, February 13, 2007 at 9:17 AM
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