I know you're a fan of my blog so I knew I could just write this note here.
Ummm...how can I say this without jeopardizing our deep and enduring friendship? My experience being in your audience was, well, anti-climactic. The excitement of getting tickets was a real thrill. The dreaming about possibly being on your Favorite things show was fantastic, but being in the audience was kind of a "suckfest" (to quote Grumpy Old Men, which I often do).
We arrived bright and early (our audience numbers were 20-23) and yet we were seated in the very.last.row. We were seated at the farthest point in the room from you. The word "nosebleed" was mentioned several times in our row. And because we know that your staff put the pretty girls up front we knew what that meant....(sniff, sniff).
We thought we looked pretty good (that's me, Sissy, Portia, and Bambie who is also New Diva on the Blog) as we left home. Of course, we are wearing black, it's slimming and O we know you know that's important to a gal.
The staff in the waiting area had helped build our excitement by being coy about the topic...then when they announced that today was a live show we all went a little crazy (everyone in that room was buzzing about Favorite Things when they announced that). In fact, we were all pretty sure that it was all a ruse about 'Knock, Knock it's Nate' and you were going to surprise us any second. any second now. any second....right up until Nate walked out.
After that, the audience was a bit less enthused. In fact, the disappointment was palpable. I think we all still did a pretty good job of acting excited about Nate's tours of homes decorated by the homeowners. You acted like this was such a feat. That these women (were they all childless? except for the one who just had her first?) had actually decorated their homes without the help of a staff of decorators. It's called real life O, check into it. And can I just tell you that the bargain hunter saving $4,000 on her custom zebra wood dining room table was a little too smug for someone who just bought the ugliest dining room table on the planet. thankyouverymuch.
Giada was lovely (and is it just me or is she Natalie Portman's doppleganger). However, the food she made (I swear to you that every single person in a six block radius got to try it before the people in the very.last.row) was just okay. By that time we might have been the tiniest bit grumpy.
But we put on a happy face.
Frankly, O, you could learn a thing or two from our friend Portia about kindness, hospitality and home decorating. She rocks. Out loud.
Catch ya on the flip side, O.
Jenny from Chicago