Friday night with Dr Phil

Last friday night would be one of among many of the most memorable nights of my life. On Friday 7th of August I went and saw Dr Phil when he was in Brisbane during his tour of Australia.

I had won tickets to Dr Phil after entering into a competition with the local radio station that I listen to. To win the competition you had to write in and tell them why you need Dr Phil, or something along those lines. Well boy did I have a story to tell, but not wanting to offend anyone involved, I tried to keep the information to a minimum while trying to get the general idea of the situation.

After writing it and sending it off earlier in the week I hadn't heard any mention of my story on the radio, so I thought "Oh well, I tried." Wanting to go to Dr Phil so bad, but not really being able to afford it, I dug deep into our small pathetic excuse of a savings account and bought two of almost cheapest tickets I could get my hands on. Then come later in the week when I was in such a rush I had the radio on but really wasn't listening to it as I was in such a rush to get out the door that morning and everything was hectic, I hear snippets of my story on the radio. I hear things like 'parents' and 'twelve years' and 'meat in the sandwhich' and I think "Oh that poor girl, I know what she is going through" (because it hasn't registered in my brain that it is my story yet) and then I hear my name and I am like "Oh cool she has the same name as me" and then I pause and go "Oh hang on! Oh holy s***! That is my story." At this point I was still unaware that I had won tickets to Dr Phil because I thought that the person that got selected out of everyone that they had read out at the end of the week was the only one to get a ticket to see him.

Anyway a few weeks later I get an email from the radio station asking for my details so that they can notify my of when my Dr Phil tickets come in. I was excited but also sceptical, so I wasn't getting rid of my tickets that I had bought until I got actually got the tickets in my hand. A week before the actual show I get another email saying that the tickets are ready to be picked up, so I quickly race over to the radio station before I had to go to work to get my tickets that I had won.

It wasn't the meet and greet tickets that were up for grabs, but they were way better tickets then the ones that I bought so I set out to sell the other ones. If money hadn't of been as tight as it is at the moment I would have just given them away. I put on my facebook status that I was selling the tickets for what I paif for them which was $89 each. My sister then went and ruined it by commenting on my status by saying "Tickettek was flogging them off for $70 each the other day." I went back to the internet and checked the ticket prices and she was referring to the tickets that were the last reserve. I had gotten the second last reserve tickets. But too late, the damage had already been done by what she said, so I was unable to sell them. This really pissed me off because it seems like my sister is out to make my life hell even though she has everything such as a house and trips overseas every few months when we can't even afford to go up the coast for a night and definitely can't afford to put a permant roof over our children's head.

So eventually I gave them away to one of my friends. She brought her sister with her and they enjoyed it. It was a fantastic night and I couldn't stop laughing at all the funny stories that Dr Phil shared with us. Not only that I took alot of valuable information away from the night. It was completely different from his show on television.

If I ever make it to America for a holiday (one of my dreams is to take my children over for a White Christmas as we spend our Christmas's in 40 degree heat) I would love to go to be in the audience for a taping of one of his shows, not to mention Oprah's as well, but if I never get to do that at least I went and saw Dr Phil in Australia.