So when I heard that people were lining up to see her in Melbourne this morning I knew I was going to be one of them. First I had a Text-a-thon with Melbourne on my Mind regarding when we should be in line - we flip flopped between 8:30, 10, 9, 10...What if we waited in line for hours and not that many people showed up? Or what if we were over confident got there at 10 and couldn't get a seat? SO MANY QUESTIONS.
When Inspector Climate rode his bike by stage The Ellen Show had set up at 7 this morning and there was already a line of people, he emailed and told me that I should go as early as I could.
So I got there at 8:30.
Oh, Hello Melbourne, don't you look stunning.
This was the line stretching out in front of me. The line was interesting in and of itself. There groups of girls both behind me and in front of me bitching the entire time about how long the line was and how they were going to be so angry if they didn't get in. They were such DOWNERS.
One of the girls behind me actually said "I didn't think Ellen was that famous"....Hilarious.
As I reached the front of the line and Melbourne on my Mind still hadn't arrived - I felt, awful frankly. But was whisked inside with thousands of other people. In case you're wondering. This is the face that one makes when they realise that they are going to see Ellen. Also as an aside, I was too scared to bring my real camera because I was worried that they wouldn't let me in with it. So all these were taken with my iPhone.
Before Ellen came on stage they played music clips of some of the biggest acts that have previously come on her show to get the crowd going. But the crowd never got THAT revved up. I felt like most of them were there only for the free stuff - which I got none of by the way - and that made me a bit sad.
The crowd was certainly a menagerie. Mothers brought their kids still in strollers (who were crying because it was hot, crowded and loud), and a few people even brought their dogs. This particular pooch was dressed in a I heart Ellen onsie.
And then...Ellen finally appeared. It was glorious.
Some underwear models.
The only proof that I have that I have finally danced "with" Ellen - and thousands of other strangers.
I'm not sure whether the heat, the confined space, the lack of seats (we stood the entire show + waiting in line for hours), or what - but there was NOT very much dancing. I felt like the crowd wasn't willing to get funky. I was disappointed. Maybe that was only the small group of people I was standing with (one girl spent the whole time seating down, she couldn't see a damn thing...).
But really, what today taught me is a much bigger lesson. I had never even wanted to put "Dance with Ellen" or "go to a taping of the Ellen show" on my life list because it seemed so completely out of the realm of possibility (I've thus added it retrospectively, which is kind of cheating, but it's my life and I'll list it however I want!). So, if Ellen has taught me anything (and she has taught me a lot of things like how to weed out potential suitors), it's: dream big.