Last week, I had a ball being in NYC, seeing friends and attending the Dr. Oz show as an audience guest. About a year ago or so, a close friend of 40 years, Tracy, wanted to go on Dr. Oz. The tickets are free but the timing for us both never seemed to jive until the 11th. I had been on vacation.
I got an email from the Dr. Oz show that an athlete, Tim Tebow, would be interviewed on the 12th. (I had been on their email list, as a year before Tracy wanted to go, but we couldn’t get our schedules to jive). Tracy is an alum of the University of Florida, and Tim Tebow was their star player several years ago. He would be interviewed and on the show to promote his book. It was the perfect fit for her first visit to a studio audience, & given I’m from FL & a UCF graduate, why not.
In 24 hours, I had a couple of tickets lined up, the dress code policy and my van reservation from La Guardia to CT. Tracy lives in the suburbs, in Darien. We agreed to grab a Metro North ride on the morning of the Sept. 12th at 5:51.
“Off the chain” laughs are all you will get when the two of us are together. I joked NYC would need a sedative and knew we’d be the buffoons were in 8th grade. Often, we are caught telling each other to calm down. The funniest part to the morning for me was when Tracy ran in the guest room where I was staying, and asked to borrow my eye lash curler. Just like old times.
We sure had a good time. I had been on vacation & getting antsy, so flying to NYC was fun to do, even on September 11th. Everyone greeting me had smiles and a positive vibe, but there was a somber feel in the air with it being the anniversary of the attacks. I still haven’t forgotten the CNN clips of the Cantor Fitzgerald CEO crying on air at all of the employees that were killed.
Chivalry is always appreciated. Pulling into CT on the Metro North (on the morning of the 12th) was no exception. A nice, well dressed business man put my bags in the luggage racks, and another well dressed one took my bag down the stairs when we pulled into Grand Central station. And yes, being from the South, I said “thank you honey”, to both men, and we all went anonymously on our merry way.
The Dr. Oz show was well organized, and tight with security. We got through the screeners and waited to be called in for seating. It was no secret I was hoping for front row, and you better believe we followed the dress code. It was great to meet some people, and the well dressed couple behind us were from Brisbane, Australia. I was glad I was able to tell them about Oxygen Magazine Australia, and recommended they check it out when they got back home. I was in issue 78, an incredible gift and priviledge, so I had to choice but to promote.
Tim Tebow’s girlfriend, a stunning blonde, was seated a few people away. They make a great couple. I chatted up the girls next to me, too. They were from the Bronx and we all tried to “behave” when we were supposed to.
The show “MC coordinator “ was a riot. The only time Dr. Oz got annoyed was when he got a bit out of control talking about what he could do with a stethoscope in his strip tease. I was cracking up, but Mehmet was shaking his head and gave him a look to “jack it down a notch”. Hysterical. Also, the nicest gift from the the show was a coupon to check out free food and wine with Rachel Ray and a few others later on. Given I live in Florida, I mailed it to one of my best friends who lives in the Upper West side. She said it was right up her alley.
The funniest thing we did on air was clap like the “Gator Chop”, laughing uncontrollably as we did it. To keep a straight face, it was just like in school, we couldn’t look at each other much during taping.
Tim promoted his book, and chatted on the Ketogenic diet. He used to play ball with my ex-husband’s son, Ben Franco, and they had a fabulous year. Ben was a slot receiver and the completions were radical. It was no wonder Tim got offered 75 or so full ride college scholarships. Can you imagine? 75?
Other show guests included Rachael Ray and Dr. Jordan Thompson. From Rachael, I learned to throw your soup in a ziplock plastic bag and freeze it for later. From Dr. Thompson, I learned to keep a happy marriage, you need 90 minutes of actual conversation & a date night every week. I joked when I left “well, first I just need to get the basics going, and maybe just get a steady boyfriend”. I felt it was solid advice.
I had wanted to attend the Iron Strength class by Dr. Jordan Metzl, MD, down at the United Nations, but couldn’t get in the class. It was full. Also, weather was hitting from the latest hurricane, so I knew I needed to see friends quickly, and get out of dodge. They’d cancel flights, making standby ridiculous. I was lucky I was even getting an afternoon flight. Usually they are too full, and impossible, so much so, that I tend to rely on first flights of the day. Instead of seeing Jordan, who I’ve met at clinics, I wrote a show idea on a slip of paper, in a “P.S.”, and put it in a box I hoped a show coordinator would see.
Before leaving NYC, I did get to see Topher Yandell, a complete scream! I like to call him Toph, and am always cracking up at his antics. Such a pleasure to meet up for a bite to eat and then check out the view from his Uncle George’s apartment overlooking Central Park. I know his Uncle George Hirsch through my running contacts at Runner’s World Magazine. I took interest in a love story written by David Willey in an editorial a few years ago. I just loved the story. They met at a NJ marathon and later would marry. It sure sounds like they had a blast together and George kept her legacy rolling in planting the Onward Shay marathon.
I never got to meet Shay, but did go to Boise and run the half marathon at Onward Shay, and came back a year later with a relay team of 5 completely decked in Brooks gear. SO fun!
I’ll be back to New York to volunteer a couple of days on the week previous to the NYC marathon. My boss, CEO Ed Bastian, is running it this year, and we are all excited for him. I’m envious I am not running, but grateful to be around the excitement and for my friendships in running.
I’ll have to depart the city before the actual race, as I’ll be at Wigs and Wishes, a charity benefit by Martino Cartier located at Lucien Manor somewhere in NJ. Should be a blast and I’m looking forward to it.
Hoping all your gains are on the upswing and this blog post finds you well and happy. Remember to work hard and laugh harder, at anything.