I’m not finished. What about book tours, huh? Not only do Americans have unlimited access to books, they can also meet the authors! Grr, THE INJUSTICE!
But, *deep breath* I think the book gods finally took pity on poor harloty me. Oh, you won’t believe this! I couldn’t either when I first heard of it! Seriously, I have never thought an international author—more so, someone very well-loved—would visit my little country for an actual book signing!!!
Trollop: Are you fucking kidding me?????
Trollop: Oh, I LOVE HIM...
Trollop: I’m so envious!!! (Ohhh, and she was LOL. Yep, it was better to tell her. :P)
Now, I arrived at the venue late, 2 hours late. Heh. I’m not sure how book signings are conducted in the U.S. (or anywhere else, for that matter) but here, you need a pass to get in and there’s actually an assigned number for the line. There’s a time limit and a policy that people like me who didn’t arrive 3 hours BEFORE the actual signing started (during which they doled out stubs for the uber long line), would not get their books signed. I know! Evil bastards.
Truth be told, I have yet to read David Sedaris. *shame* But who cares? I was miserable that afternoon and meeting David was something I had to do. Besides, I’d already bought his books. So I told one of the organizers I would wait until midnight if I had to just to get a number for that freaking line. I think he thought I was loca and might make a scene, :/ after 10 minutes of harassing him and someone else on his ugly walkie-talkie, he let me in. Though he did say, “There’s no guarantee that you’ll get your books signed.” Yeah, yeah. I didn’t care. I wasn’t joking when I said I would wait.
Turned out, *groan* that “waiting” would be 4 fucking hours (3 of those standing, hungry and cold). But, it doesn’t matter really because, you know why? It was all worth it. :D
David and I actually chatted! (Pardon my giddiness LOL.) He told me I have a unique name. *g* He said, “I’ve never heard of that name.” I told him it’s the same as that famous revolutionary Cuban leader. “Yeah, but that’s a guy’s name,” he said. I smiled. I couldn’t help it—he is soooo cute! He’s one of those incredibly adorable guys you just want to hug, because they’re so friendly and warm (even though he smokes like a chimney). And he’s tiny!
Trollop: Yes, if you’d read Naked you’d know!!!!!!!!
Harlot: I didn’t know! Oh, babe, I think I lub him. *sigh*
Trollop: He’s 5’2. (I think! Or maybe The Rooster was 5’2?) He lives in Paris now, or lived there while he wrote Me Talk Pretty. Ohhh, *sniff* I lub him. And you lost his book!
Harlot: I didn’t! I didn’t even get it!
Trollop: Well your post office did; all the same! You should’ve told him I love his writing! And how you lost that book I send you! :@
When I told David to address some of my books to Trollop, he asked who she was. I said, “My evil friend who loves you. She’s actually the one who told me about you and then sent me a copy of Naked. Of course I didn’t get it because she lost the book; her postal system sucks.”
He asked me if I frequent that place where they held the signing, and I said no, that I just went there for him. I think he liked that; it was the truth anyway. He then asked where I live; I told him, a 2-hour drive from there. He asked, “How are you going to get home?” I said, “I’m with my sister and we have a driver. But, well, were I not with anyone would you let me stay with you?” :P He laughed and said I should ask his boyfriend LOL (I met him too and he’s very nice).
David is very chatty and really, he’s A-MA-ZING. And to think I wasn’t even supposed to be there (I’d already promised to be somewhere else; long story). I’m really glad that I went.
I hope David is just the first in a long string of international authors that will come visit me. *g* But even if they start bringing authors here every year now, it won’t matter; I will NEVER forget meeting the very funny and wonderful David Sedaris. Oh, I wish he’d said yes when I asked if I could stay with him... *sigh*
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