I want to move to London ASAP, get a job and apply to London 2012 until they hire me.

How should I do it?

T H A N K   Y  O U !

For being honest, truthful, gutsy, unique and awesome.

((I have been keeping with y'all via subscriptions. I missed all of you!))

Oh my gosh, y'all. I totally just thought of something. Literally, seconds ago.

To share said thought, I have to give you a quick explanation. Last September (2008) I was bored/unhappy with me life. I was looking around online and ended up on Oprah's website very late on a Friday night: on it, it said that she was giving away free tickets to her season premiere the very next day at noon.

So I bought a plane ticket to Chicago, left my apartment at 6am on Saturday and flew to Chicago with no other plans. (My return flight left the next day, Sunday at 1pm.)

I took a cab to Millennium Park and waited in line with some really nice people.

 I got to talking with them (it was a gay man named John, an older lady and a woman closer to my age, her name was Catherine.) They asked me where I was from, etc, etc and where I was staying. I told them quite honestly that I didn't know. I had just jumped on a plane and now here I was. ((I was actually scared to death, I had NO idea what I was going to do, but I played it cool. I was hoping someone would have a suggestion of what to do, but nope.)) We moved further up in the line to get tickets and Catherine turns around, as if it has just occurred to her and says, "why don't you stay with me? We have a ton of animals, but you can stay on the couch, if you want." My mouth (and John and the OW) dropped open. I was like, "dude, seriously?" She nodded. "Of course! We have the room."

So after we got our tickets, I went with her and stayed with her at her apartment, which was small, but homey and nice. I didn't die, wasn't harmed and she wasn't an ax murderer. She and her husband were just nice, normal folks who took me in and sheltered me for the night. ((Get this!! Earlier she'd said to me when we got to the apartment, "oh my husband and I are going out for the night. But here's a spare key and a map. Here's our address and my cell phone number. Call me if you need anything."))

(my guardian angel)

How unreal is that??

All that is backstory to my thought....what if I could make a living out of doing that? Like, a TV show or something. 

Huh. I'm gonna go copyright it right now.

:)

Me in line, waiting for tickets.