Ok So it has been brought to my attention that it appeared I moved in with my Erin (my new flat mate, although not so new anymore because, well, i don't update this thing often enough) out of convenience, and not because of her great personality so before i post my next blog entry i would just like to list 5 things that make Erin fabulous:
1. She didn't mind i was late for the viewing( it seems I've left my time keeping skills in the UK) - laid back attitude
2. She has fabulous taste in shoes (all will make sense in a few posts) - I might have to borrow them
3. When I arrived she offered me sparkling water -posh :) I could do with a little sophistication after my hostels
4. She likes wine - I knew instantly we would get along
5. She'd met just as many freaks looking for a room mate as i had finding a room. - We were clearly 2 lost souls
And i knew I'd made the right choice when i moved in and she came down to help me bring my stuff up to the room. The look on her face when i only had a backpack was priceless. Actually then we shared a bottle of wine and broke the ice and then i knew i'd made the right choice!
So Elizabeth Gilbert
1. She didn't mind i was late for the viewing( it seems I've left my time keeping skills in the UK) - laid back attitude
2. She has fabulous taste in shoes (all will make sense in a few posts) - I might have to borrow them
3. When I arrived she offered me sparkling water -posh :) I could do with a little sophistication after my hostels
4. She likes wine - I knew instantly we would get along
5. She'd met just as many freaks looking for a room mate as i had finding a room. - We were clearly 2 lost souls
And i knew I'd made the right choice when i moved in and she came down to help me bring my stuff up to the room. The look on her face when i only had a backpack was priceless. Actually then we shared a bottle of wine and broke the ice and then i knew i'd made the right choice!
So Elizabeth Gilbert
OMG so you know how that film that Julia Roberts is in, I know, she's done lots of them. The one I'm talking about is called Eat, Pray, Love were she buggers off to Italy to eat like a fat cow, India to spend all her time at and Ashram and then Indonesia to fall in love on a Bali beach (oops i hope you've all seen it or don't intend on watching it). Well the writer who wrote the book to the film is only in Sydney doing a talk about life after Eat, Pray, Love. ever so excited to discover this i knew i was definitely going to see her. The only problem is i kept putting off buying my ticket mainly because i wasn't working yet and i was concerned about work blah blah blah. anyhow to cut a long story short it was silly really because i knew i was going to go and watch her regardless anyway.
Elizabeth (or Lizzie as she's known to myself and Cheryl) was having her discussion at the Sydney Opera House of all places and on a Saturday afternoon too. Turns out even my hangover from the drunken antics of the night before couldn't stop Lizzie and myself finally being in the same room. so i dragged my tired and fabulously hungover arse out of my pit and towards the train station grabbing a bottle of pop along the way. Once at the opera house it was clear this was a big day, there were lots of people here to see her and i couldn't help but have a little squeal of pride to myself because she'd had such a good turn out. Once she was on stage i could understand why.
She was so confident and comfortable with the audience, it was like she was having a discussion with friends as opposed to a sell out crowd. One story she told really tickled me. It was part f her promotional tour after the film had been released and she was on the Oprah Winfrey show. Apparently as her story suggests, Lizzie struggles to sit in silence. She has to fill them, so she is sat with Oprah chatting away on air and she comments that Oprah has this way of making you feel as though she is your best friend even though you've only just met. The irony i felt at this because clearly Lizzie and i are bests and have been since i first met her on holiday in Ibiza (ok i read her book there but its so personal i could just tell we had a connection).
So anyway they're on a break and Oprah shuts up and starts working on her iPad/laptop/blackberry whatever it is she uses. Lizzie begins a conversation which goes a little like this:
Lizzie: Do you like my shoes?
Oprah: Mmmm they're nice
Lizzie: They're not mine
Oprah: gives a strange look
Lizzie: They're my friends, she lent them to me
Oprah: Nice
Lizzie: They're from Paris
Oprah: Mmmmm (clearly not wanting to discuss the shoes any further)
Lizzie: That's in France
Oprah: Looks at Lizzie over the rim of her glasses and asks 'Is that so?'
so the commercial break ends and Oprah begins to talk about the book, the tour, etc etc etc and some how an audience member mentions Paris, to which Oprah looks at Lizzie and says, 'Thats in France' :)
So there was more to the show than that but i'm not gonna tell you about all of it, buy your own god damn ticket! but i will say one more thing. After the show was over Lizzie said she would be in the foyer, well she was stood there for a good hour when i finally got the the front of the queue.. She was so sweet and took the time out to talk to us all. I was so disappointed that i hadn't brought my book to let her sign. i also wanted to show her some of my fav quotes which i had highlighted.
She shook my hand but being the good friends that we are i asked for a hug and she gave me one. I told her all about how much i loved the book. And how my cousin and I send each other quotes and how her story had changed my life (despite everyone else saying this i told her that i actually meant it) we posed for our picture and then i left.
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| Look I met her :) |
We've since become twitter friends and she's liked a post or two of mine (ok well one but you know she's busy)
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