Neil Gaiman at Vromans in Pasadena this Saturday at 7:00 p.m.
 

Anyone want to go with me? Or, meet me there? He'll be discussing his new book Anansi Boys, followed by a signing.

I may be too shy to approach him for his autograph, but I have dreamt of hearing him speak in person. I was on a journey through fantastical lands on a quest to find a missing friend, and he came out of his home (which happened to be a Hobbit hole) and offered to share his maps with me. They were nice maps. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, and was barefoot. He was sweet and lovely and had a wonderful voice.

And now my dream can come true. If he doesn't offer me pretty maps, I'll be very disappointed, so best not to approach him at all. Just watch and listen.

Vroman's Bookstore
695 E. Colorado Blvd
Pasadena, CA 91101

Ah, Maps. So, that's what they call it nowadays.

Ah, c'mon. I realize I go all crush core on your asses from time to many time, but, really, sometimes a map is just a map! He was just trying to help me! And his help was all I wanted. Well, that and a cup of tea. I remember now that he served me tea, as well.

Dude, I love Vroman's. I'll see if I'm free, but I dunno. Only one more weekend until departure for NYC. So I'll figure it out and let you know. Probably will just stick my head out of the door and shout it across. Ah, I'm reminded again of the weirdness of communicating with one's cohabitational partner via message board.

EH1812, you know I'd go if I was there. Anything to see you melt under Gaiman's hotness factor. ;)

I's ao fo id it wasn't Gay Day and I didn't have my lovely labs and chi to feed.

Looks like someone is taking a class in speaking like Jar Jar Binks!

This is my brain without coffee:

This is my brain on coffee:

Looks like I'm going alone. That's okay. No one should have to smell my nervous sweat.

Awwwwwww...how much money ya got? ;)

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.