My Dr Wayne Dyer Experience

Working for my company, I get to go to speaker tours with famous authors. Yesterday, I met Wayne Dyer (not personally, but the seminar was based around him)

I woke up at 6.00 (something I resented as I need my weekends to sleep as I'm running off my feet all day at work and the weekend is the only time I get rest), got ready for work, grabbing my *shudder* flourecent pink work t-shirt. I can't stand the colour pink unless it's a soft pastel colour, but this one could light up dark rooms. Tom had a good laugh, but then I tried it on and he admitted it didn't look toooo bad. Anyway, it was only for one day.

So...I then get reminded by Tom who just walks in after a night-shift, that the Piccadillly line is closed or suspended in parts on the central line.
I grab my sandwich and make my way to the bus stop.
I get the Ealing Bdwy and JUST miss one of the trains going out. Arse! well never mind, they said we don't have to aim to be too early, so I'm not too fussed and sit down to read. Out the corner of my eye I can see people getting on the train, but I'm so absorbed in the book (Sourcery by Terry Pratchett...so much fun to read), it took me a good ten minutes to realise that something was a little weird in the carriage.
I look up and realise...I'm the only girl in the carriage and the rest are blokes. I felt like I'd got on the back of the wrong van and I was sitting in a police van filled with convicts. The reason being, they were all in complete silence and just staring blankly at the walls ahead.
Feeling a tad uneasy, I returned to my book, keeping my sub-conscious awake to the arrival of my station.


On arriving at the venue, and waiting for the others, I changed. They arrived and we begun to unpack. I blinked, looked around after 5 minutes and it was done.
Not bad.
I took the tickets at the door then mooched around a bit by the lobby where the small stall was until my boss told me I could go in a watch if I wanted to.
So I opened and went through the variety of doors which led to the room and walked in.
I was instantly hit. The only way to describe Wayne Dyers voice is the following; the man is wrapping you up in a vocal woolen blanket, with arms so strong you feel comforted and safe. The kind of arms you feel when being hugged by yours parents at the age of 6 after a nasty day.
It was amazing. He has a spectacular voice and is terrifically charismatic. I was spell bound. And he was charming the hell out of the audience, who were loving him. And this was all considering he was suffering a very bad back. My colleague had had to call out a chiropractor (is that the right word?) to fix him as he was in massive pain, but as about 500 people had bought tickets at 75 pounds each (with no refund), he couldn't very well not go on.
He told some terrific little anecdotes too, and made some fantastic jokes.
For the first break, it was OVERWELMING! I made my way behind the stalls as soon as I noticed people moving, and prepared myself....obviously not enough.

(I'm going to have to finish this later because although I went to sleep at 10.00 I had a very restless night from heat and extreme tired, so I'm going to go back and lie down for a bit)