I'm an Oprah fan. Have been since I was a kid and I'd come home for lunch and eat my macaroni in front of her show. (sidenote - Charlie is reading this over my shoulder and says, "You had macaroni when you were a kid??" Yes, I'm not quite a dinosaur.)
Emily and I went to see Oprah live in Vancouver and had such a nice time! We walked around Gastown for awhile before settling in at a little french bistro. We ate too much food, drank too much wine then walked in the rain to the show.
Outside the show there were Pro-Foreskin protestors. Yup, he's pantsless.
And we also got our picture taken with FAUX-prah! She (and I use that pronoun loosely) was gigantic and a little scary!
Afterwards we rushed back to the airport. It was a fun little mini-getaway with my little sis who - although not an Oprah fan herself - indulged me AND gave Oprah a 10. :) Success!
loving (aka torturing) the cat!