"But I didn't even know why I bothered. I was horrible at this *friends* thing. I said all the wrong things except when I was busy saying all the mean ones. And in the end, I hated everybody and everything." - Augusten Burroughs, "You Better Not Cry"
I didn't stand in line to make a lame-assed comment (Oh, I don't have a question, I just lurve you! Can I have a hug?)
I did get a signed copy of his new book, but did not get his signature on my arm for a tattoo.
I did get to share the same space with his humble brilliance, as well as hang with some of my most favorite ladies evah.
All of this, over a week ago, and I haven't even said a word about it! I hate it when life gets in the way of my blogging.
Thanks for hanging, homegirls.
3 comments:
Ack! His holy head is chopped off in this viewing. I am afraid, very afraid.
It was a great evening. Hope to see you soon which is my way of saying that whenever you decided to be crafty, I would love to join you.
Just tell me where, when and what supplies I doth need.
You were holding out on us! I'm jealous - congrats to you and your new boyfriend.
It was good to be in his greatness, and your giddiness. ;D
P.S. It would have been so cool if you'd asked him to sing the Lionel Richie part to your Diana Ross.
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