Hey! Remember me? Oh... you don't? I guess I'm not surprised. Well, moving right along.
I have a book post brewing and maybe some vacation planning to share, but first, the excitement of the week!
Last night I went to see Dooce and I did not go alone! Two of my friends without blogs attended, as did the ever-gracious Blythe (who has officially been recognized on the street due to her internet presence and is therefore a bona fide bloglebrity or whatever one calls such a famous person). We had a fun evening people-watching, fawning over a new baby and even enjoyed delightful post-reading snacks and conversation (despite my poor social skills and tendency to be the interrupting cow). I even got to see Rhiannon from a distance!
Getting to see Dooce was really exciting. I'm not usually much of a fangirl type, but I've been reading her blog since 2005 and dooce was really a gateway blog for me, the opening to the blogosphere. Heather B. Armstrong was in town promoting her new book It Sucked and then I Cried. While she's certainly had her share of hatemail, her community base is mostly really supportive and I loved seeing that in action last night. I'm sure doing a reading is quite nerve-wracking, but the audience at Powell's looked at Heather like she was their favorite niece reporting on her adventures- we hung on her words, laughed with her, nodded encouragement and asked questions that were sympathetic and interesting (for the most part- there were some slightly overenthusiastic people too). I hope she enjoyed the evening, though I imagine the crowd exhausted her eventually. According to the Powell's reading coordinator there had never been a line for an autograph so long at any of the readings the coordinator had attended!
In summary, I felt like I was leaving the house to go to a big-name concert (I even wore fancy earrings) and it turned out to be just as fun, but in a much more sedate way and the fans didn't actually do very much screaming.