You must have him autograph a map for you

A Disneyland map ?

Awwww!!! I wish I was down there, I'd go with you, so I could mop your brow.

Courtney and I are going on Monday night to see him! I don't think I've ever seen her as excited to do anything in her LIFE. I was gonna come here and send you a PM about it today!

Tonight I'm going to see Marc Acito (it was between him and Jonathon Kozol, who is my public education inspiration and the nation's conscience when it comes to kids) because he's a smart bitchy queen and I must be in his presence. I looooved his book HOW I PAID FOR COLLEGE:
A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship and Musical Theater. www.marcacito.com

So many hilariously uncomfortable situations. Which are the best situations, don't you think? Here's the description of tonight's "reading":

September 30--Portland, OR, Annie Bloom's Books, 7:30PM
"CONFESSIONS OF A SQUARE PEG"
A mixture of cabaret and book reading, Marc will be singing Broadway songs interspersed with readings of hilarious and bawdy stories from his novel. This is the misguided-yet-inspirational tale of how Marc Acito finally became a writer.

Anyway, he's doing it really close to my house, so I've talked a friend into going with me, even though she has no clue who he is.

Man, I have no idea who he is and I'm ready to fly up your way to see him.

Golly. Gaiman. On my own. Nervous sweat and I've totally broken out in stress pimples, too. This is what I get for being an atheist. God's all, "I'll show you atheist, bitch. I'm going to go Job on your ass and ruin your chance to steal Neil Gaiman away from his wife. Believe in me NOW, I bet."

Yes, I believe in you now. And I HATE you. Heh. I kid. I kid!

Well, not about the atheist party, really. And I'm not a all kidding about the sweat and pimples.

It's, like, not only am I a comic book reading geek. Now I look like a movie's version of a comic book geek.

"Don't ask. Just sign the map Dream King."

It would be a lovely, funny thing to frame, but I just...I can't. I couldn't ask him. I'm going to be blank faced and sick as it is just pushing his actual book in front of him.

You're screwed.

Too bad I mean that in the figurative sense and not in the literal sense.

I cannot tell you how much it delights me that you didn't even try to give me a pep talk. There are no fitting words. I friggin' love you and we haven't even met. So, you know, it's kind of a shallow love. But it FEELS deep.