But here's what I can tell you ... This has been one of the most beautiful weeks of my life. I'm in the middle of a love story, one that I believe Hollywood needs to get ahold of. And I'm SO proud to be a part of it. Hold on Hollywood, I'm not through with you yet. We've got a movie to make. Well, one can hope.
When you do get to view my story, my life, (and yes I'll be sharing the days and times just as soon as I know) I think you'll understand. I think you'll be on the edge of your seat. I know I will be.
As I write this, I'm on a plane to Seattle ... changing planes there and heading to Spokane. From there I'll find a man in baggage claim holding a sign up with my name on it. (This sounds a bit like a scavenger hunt.) (And maybe it is.) I hope I can remember my name. It's changed a lot, recently.
Once in Spokane and safely nestled into a limo (!) I'll be heading to a hotel across the border into Idaho. C'oer d'aline, Idaho. I've probably got the spelling wrong, though. This is the one time auto-correct didn't try to show off. The one time I needed it to.
Once in C'oer da A'line (why not, I'm on a roll) I get to meet up with a group of friends I've been hanging out with all weekend. I can't wait. They're a cool, cool bunch.
And they gave me a pirate hat. But don't tell Liz.