We didn't quite make it on to the Ellen show but we did find her office and car park (in a non-creepy way). First of all, I think I will go as far to say the Ellen Show is harder to get in to than the Oscars. Four intense security checks and then separate studio checks left us thinking, does Ellen actually want audience members? Don't get me wrong we're Ellen nerds. One of my new pals even made a youtube clip a year ago to try and get Ellen to Australia. So please do not doubt the dedication. However, it seems Ellen has somewhat filled the Oprah void and her shows have become part of mythical studio audience legend. True story.
Our day started at 7:11am, 11 minutes behind schedule. I woke the girls up by playing the Ellen theme music. Classic. There was filming involved (more on that later). We then ate breakfast like sumo wrestlers on their first bowl of rice, and quickly ran to catch the 8:06 bus to Burbank (where Ellen is based). We got to Ellen at 9:30am and checked in with this polite little woman. She took our names and fueled us with a little bit of hope. We waited around for about 5hours and in this time some milk I had eaten with breakfast made me throw up. I know it's too much information but who else gets to say they vommed in the Ellen toilets. Word. Anyway she told us at 2pm that she was unable to accomodate us. I have many words for this but I will not share them. Might I add that we are not amateurs that thought they could roll up on the day on filming. We had each been trying desperately from our respective corners of the world for many, many months (you could potentially stretch that to years) to get tickets. And with hope dwindling we decided to take matters into our own hands.
Obviously the Ellen crystal ball didn't fall in our favor. Dammit. I was tempted to spin some story about how I travelled there on my cats last dying wish, but I figured that wouldn't be truthful and karma would probably throw a hissy fit. So feeling deflated and totally Ellen rejected we opted for the Warner Bros. Studio tour. It was pretty awesome. We somehow convinced the driver to take a slight detour past Ellen's offices. Total win. We ended up finding Ellen's named car park and office door. That sounds creepy. It's not really. But to top the whole day off when we got home the goddam main camera decided it wanted to delete all the pictures asdfghjklhdbf!!! That is all I have to say about that. I am currently in trying-to-recover-them mode. Unsuccessful so far, but looks promising. And the footage that we took is also on a 'corrupted card' so pretty much nothing can be used sljkdsdag!!!
We do have one last option to fulfill our Ellen-ness and that involves you. Look we aren't pretending we have some dying condition and we aren't in the military (props to those who are, you're awesome). However, we are Ellen superfans. So we'd like you to tweet, facebook and email this to her. There is 3 of us and we leave in the next week so we got to get there. You feel me?! Ok, ready? GO!
And I'm out.
Peace, Morgs
p.s I'm craving mince and cheese pies. Thought you might want to know that. Or maybe you didn't. Whatever.
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