Yesterday was the Rockabye book signing in San Diego with Rebecca Woolf.  JS and I went up after work to hear Rebecca read some chapters from the book. Except, of course, nothing is as easy as it seems. I was in an absolutely horrid mood at the end of day and poor JS had to sit through a dinner of my bitching and moaning about life, work, republicans, whatever. We left about 30 minutes before the event, even though Google Maps promised it would only take me 17 minutes to get to the Borders, because I hate being late.
I-5 was stopped. So I took Coast Highway instead, which was not the most direct route and also wasn’t exactly moving quickly. Nonetheless, we found the right exit, passed I-5 and took the directions from there. 1.3 miles, then make a left. Only the street never showed up. So we drove and drove and drove. At one point I think JS suggested I turn around because we’d gone for over 3 miles that we should have. I may have sprouted horns and breathed fire at him, because the directions CLEARLY said what street to turn on and we hadn’t seen the street yet. And damnit, the InterWebs are never wrong!

BUT, fine, once I realized the street I was on had changed names to something I couldn’t pronounce, I said “maybe I should turn around.” JS head exploded and I had to clean the gray matter off the car windows.

We finally spotted a Borders sign and navigated our way over there, only about 15 minutes late. We got there just in time to hear the readings, and it made me super excited to read the entire book. For those of you who read Girls Gone Child, there
was the same irreverent sense of humor, and the same warmth. Rebecca was adorable and sweet, and I kinda hate her because she was all super cute and stylin’ and I was wearing some old gramma cardigan and smelled of sausages. Her book had sold out at the store (rock on!), and I mulled about in the back of the crowd for a half hour or so before working up then nerve to go up and say “hi i read you on the internet and i have a blog and i sent you an email because i read your blog and i’m doing that giveaway thingy and i wanted to say hi and your book is really cool and i like your shirt” in a breathless ramble while wringing my hands like a 12 year old Mathlete asking the cute boy to dance to my favorite Bryan Adams song.

Except instead of laughing at me with her friends, she was nice and ignored my clammy hands.

(What is UP with that, by the way? I had to laugh at myself when JS and I went back to the car because at Camp I used to speak to actors and astronauts and groups of thousands of people and never batted an eye, but when I go up to say hello to a perfectly friendly person who invited me to a small event I get all tongue tied and Nell-like.)

But it was very fun, and I’m glad I went, and I’m going to tell everyone I know to buy Rockabye because it sounds sorta like Operating Instructions, one of the best books EVAH (only not really like it because, you know, it’s a different book).

Which brings me to: it’s not too late to enter the give away contest! Submit your comment on this post and win an autographed copy!

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