Rahop, Julie & Me, Part 1
Posted April 23, 2010on:
You may have expected me to be writing about Oprah but this blog post is NOT about Oprah, who I was to visit as a celebration of finishing my breast cancer treatment.
As it turns out, in order to get into the audience one has to sign a form that includes the statement that you are not attending the program as a writer and that you will not write anything that could end up in a book or an article or even digitally as a blog.
So I’m going to take the Carley Simon approach and write, “You’re so vain. I bet you think this blog is about you.”
It’s not. It’s about Rahop, a billionaire many times over who happens to have a show in Chicago that is broadcast across the earth and who has tremendous power.
How can you tell the difference between Oprah and Rahop? Oprah gives away cars and other big gifts to her guests. Perhaps you have seen that episode when Oprah exclaims, “You get a car! You get a car! Everybody gets a caa-arrrr!”
At Rahop, after waiting three hours to get into the show – even with a reservation – and sitting through an hour of warmup, we might as well have heard: “You get a pretzel! You get a pretzel! Everybody gets a preeeeettttt-zelllll!!”
The day before, Queen Oprah let her guests eat cake baked by The Cake Boss, Buddy Valastro, whose cake baking show is found on the Discovery Channel. On our day Queen Rahop let us eat pretzel: Aunt Annie’s pretzels – but without any dipping sauce.
Earlier in the day, I had posted on Facebook that we were heading to Oprah, where we were expecting to get a car, but we were not greedy. A Prius would be sufficient. Perhaps there was a spelling error. The staff meant to type Prius but pretzel was put in instead. Thus, the pretzels came on trays …
But that’s getting ahead of the story. More to come about Rahop … It’s all about the … O, er, I mean the