Monday, November 1, 2010


"I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones." ~John Peel

Going to see Michele Obama up close and personal is Number 16 on my Bucket List. Well, by a very, very clever mistake, that dream was made real.

It all began when I heard Michele was going to be at Maria Shriver's annual Women's Conference in Long Beach, Ca., but the event was sold out. Michele is so popular! (Yes, we're on a first name basis, but don't be jealous, Oprah. I still love you.)

And then I learned our First Lady was hitting the campaign trail on behalf of California Senator Barbara Boxer, and would be appearing at the Wilshire Ebell theater here in L.A. that same week.

So with one of my BFF's in tow -- The Diva -- we ordered our tickets online, choosing the mid-level priced seating because we didn't want to be so far back that Michele was just a dot in the distance.

When we arrive, of course there's a line around the block, but eagle-eyed Diva quickly discerns that if you have a handicapped placard, you go to the front of the line. She does, so we did. That was a bit of a blessing, but now on to the greatest mistake ever.

We walk up to the check-in table, give our names, and -- wonders never cease -- they have erroneously bumped me up to VIP status. The bad news is they don't have The Diva's name at all.

Fast on our feet, a cheerful but serious exchange of words with the ticket lady occurs. After all, I don't want to lose my newfound VIP status, I just want The Diva to get hers, too. Talk about pushing it to the limit.

After some checking and re-checking, the ticket lady is persuaded to give us both VIP wristbands, then an usher leads us to the center section, third row from the stage! The Diva and I immediately start texting family and friends to share our good fortune, when all of a sudden a tap comes on my shoulder, as I am in the aisle seat. "Would you two like to sit in the front row?" comes the sweetest voice you've ever heard. The front row, I'm thinking to myself; but before I can finish the thought, The Diva is up and headed to the front row, with me now in tow.

When Michele took the stage, I was awestruck. She is as beautiful as she is tall. . . and a better speaker than the president. She could be a motivational speaker. In fact, she is.

Bonus! Babyface performed, and Dr. Jill Biden was there and spoke, also. All I can say is check out the pictures of our Second Lady from the slide show on the side bar; Joe married up.

I don't know what happened, whose mistake it was, or whether it was The Secret at work in the universe; I just know that now I can cross Number 116 off of my bucket list.


Anonymous said...

Very Cool! I don't know how anyone can be a better speaker than the President, but I'll take your word for it.

injaynesworld said...

I totally want to be your new BFF. You do the coolest things. How exciting for you to be there and right up front, too. That is an experience of a lifetime. Michelle and Jill are wonderful role models for all women, young and old.

I'm just peeing green with jealousy, my friend.

MsALWalker said...

Thanks Danielle, Maybe it's that I heard her speak in person that wow'd me so, but Michelle is just so inspirational!

Jayne, you are my new BFF! And I agree, Michele and Jill are outstanding role models. I want to be like both of them when I grow up. :-)

Kay Elam said...

No I want to be your new BFF. (How many can you have anyway?) Pictures are great and what an awesome experience! It's definitely The Secret. Lots more great things coming your way I'm sure. Thanks for sharing your adventure.

MsALWalker said...

I have lots of BFF's, Kay. The more, the merrier, and you're one of them! Thanks for the encouraging words.

DivaRed said...

I know that we're destined to always be on the front row of life!

Keep your seatbelt on, because we've only just begun our rollercoaster ride through DivaLife!!

Love You Sis,