*Note to Cabinfever...the underlined button is not on??? so whats up with this? Tuesday was going to be a busy day, I had an appointment in the Western Suburbs at 11:30 and another downtown at 3:30, not far from all the action on Mag Mile where Oprah was taping a show (a giant block party) to celebrate her 24the Season. I knew many streets were going to be closed from Wacker Drive to Ohio and I figured parking would most certainly be a hassle, I even considered canceling or taking the train! Instead, I decided that this occasion might provide an excellent opportunity to promote thoughts.com ...therefore, I decided to arrive early for the 3:30 appointment in order to get myself organized! The festivities were scheduled to begin at 5. I carefully packed my car...i phone, 2 cameras, in case my battery ran out, a charger, if by chance I was near an outlet...which I highly doubted, plus my lap top, charged and ready to go, even though I haven't read the manual or the ones to my cameras or phone for that matter, another story.... I also brought along my power cord and phone charger just in case, some pens and a notebook and a few bottles of water, my thoughts.com t shirt, providing I could find a place to change and because it was one hot and humid day in case of a sudden change in weather, I decided to stuff a sweater in my over loaded bag in case it cooled down later and of course an umbrella! It was a foggy day and the forecast called for possible scattered showers. Like a girl scout, I was prepared for everything. I always dread dragging an umbrella around, but whenever I fail to do so, it rains. Heavens, I could not risk ruining my equipment. (I'd be out of business) as a result, I was forced to add yet another bulky item to slow me down. I have always wanted to travel light, walking along, with a hop and skip in my step, foot loose and fancy free, but I more often than not, look like a bag lady carrying around all my worldly goods. The real professionals have their own vans, staff, permits and state of the art equipment and I was just running or trying to run holding on to all my junk for dear life while trying to maneuver my way around without dropping anything, traveling by the seat of my pants, not having the slightest clue what to expect when I arrived. After tearing around my house gathering all my essentials, my little Dodge Journey, the one my son sold me last summer, was packed to the max and was all set and ready to hit the road to make blogging history and put thoughts.com on the map! I was going to do a live blog cast of the entire event. I parked my car in the Grant Park Garage and carefully noted my location ( level 1 row R) since I have been known to have misplaced a car or two over the years. I searched for a temporary office and found it in the basement of Macy's, quickly located an outlet in the cafeteria, plugged in the computer and set about to google the details of this once in a lifetime extravaganza. It was there I began to blog about my experience, a behind the scenes look sharing all sorts of pre show buzz. I used the camera to interview people along the way and whenever I was asked what I was doing, I replied I was the publicist of thoughts.com and here to do a live blog, then I'd show them my shirt and pass out a card, and while they still looked like I was speaking a foreign language I'd tell them to make sure to log on to thoughts.com in order to see themselves. I was having so much difficulty with the site, codes were not only crowding my words but blocking them all together and it was all a big jumble. I would not allow myself to give up and therefore continued to try to load the material I was gathering thus far until I noticed I was almost late for my 3:30 appointment...Regetably, I had to log off without posting a single word or pic and make a bea line toward the building around the corner, running the entire way while dragging along quite a heavy load. U tube was going to have to wait! I tore in the revolving door, like a bat out of hell, and instantly found myself a prisoner, yes... I was captured in a glass holding cell, stuck, unable to get out, pass go or collect $200 (my wide load had me locked in snug as a bug in a virus) I started to get a bit dizzy revolving round and round until I was rescued by a sympathetic door women. I wanted to say, I don't know my way around and around here, or haven't I seen you around somewhere before, but did not have a moment for a single pun. I eventually made it up to the 31st floor yet moments later found myself back in the hallway, like a boomerang... hitting the lobby button. I always attempt to be early for any appointment, in order to catch my breath and regain my composure although Tuesday, I overdid it, I was an entire week early for the meeting. If it hadn't been for my plan to make blogging history for thoughts.com, I might have been a tad frustrated, although, under the circumstances, I figured, this extra time gave me a better opportunity to stake out a good spot for my live blog. The gates were going to open at noon allowing standing room only to the many loyal Oprah fans who traveled from all over the country, actually from all over the world to get a chance to see their idol in person and take part in the festivities. I read a report on line while in my temporary office in Macy's, that the gates actually opened at 8 am because the crowd was overflowing. I called my son, a senior at Loyola University who had a class that afternoon close to the main stage which was set up in the middle of the magnificent mile, north of the Chicago river between the Chicago Tribune and the Wrigley Building wondering if he would like to tag along After sharing a run down of the guest list, The Black Eye Peas, James Taylor, Rascal Flatts, Jennifer Hudson, an illusionist named Angel, he thought he might try to meet me later. I asked the door women who saved me from running in circles all day if I may use her desk for a moment to put myself together. I noticed an outlet and asked if I might plug in my computer. This kind lady even offered me her seat and told me to make myself comfy. I did not want to use my battery until I was forced to do so. It was there that I once again unsuccessfully tried to post my live blog. However I was able to assist a number of people who wandered into the building looking for one place or another. I even interviewed a number of these confused individuals and gave them my thoughts.com card. 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Reluctantly
ok I did not plan to show this pic of the window right now, but its here, so when God closes one door he usually opens a window, so I might as well say a few words about this photo. In order to promote thoughts.com, I was more than willing to face the masses bumping into millions of people. "Oh excuse me, I am so sorry, did I hit you, I didn't mean it, are you OK? Oophs, did I step on your foot, sorry, excuse me, excuse me, I'm trying to get to the other side of the street" I heard, "yeah, good luck with that lady!" As I made my way knocking into everyone in my path, I even asked one lady if I might have permission to jump over her stroller. She informed me she had no place to move it....so talk about a leap of faith, I did! Right in the middle of Michigan Avenue. completed surrounded by bodies, my cell phone was ringing. It was a text from my son. I tried to but my stuff down near my feet, but there was no room, so I juggled a few things and managed to read his message. "Mom, how long are you planning to stay?" I had no idea how to respond, who knew? I was staying until I achieved my goal. While attempting to reply, I dropped my phone in the crowd and thanks to St Anthony, (st Anthony st Anthony, please come around, somethings been lost and cant be found...it works for me every time, another story...the phone was soon miraculously safely tucked into my big black bag. While trying to cross the street I happened to notice a balcony on the Chicago Tribune building that was directly facing the stage. There were only a handful of lucky people standing there in comfort, enjoying the entertainment in the streets. I was willing to do anything for thoughts.com, so I immediately went into the "How am I going to get in the building and up to that balcony mode. This picture is out of order...dah, as if you did not expect that fact The following photo is of the roof of the Chicago Tribune and the only ones allowed out there were the "official people" You see the window...well, not only did i jump through hoops and over strollers and scaled big road blocks, I eventually after a few little adventures and other locations, climbed out of this window...and the rest, is another story.
oh this is a picture of the guy entertaining the pre show crowd. This picture was snapped while I was attempting to cross the street. Notice, the silver fence meant to keep people out...I scaled that thing, in order to get to the other side.