So sorry, dear readers, that I've not written anything. I was moving, and well, lazy. But I have some very exciting news to share. And to be fair, this was a story I was waiting to write on the off chance that my cousin reads this blog because a gift to her is part of it.
About a month ago, my sister found out that one of very favorite authors was doing a free reading here in Denver. Sarah Vowell is an awesome writer who does quirky takes on history, particularly American history. And she's someone I've always wanted to see speak live because her audiobooks are fucking sweet. seriously. go search youtube videos of her and you'll understand. She's got this squeaky little voice and wonderful timing. Oh! She was the voice of Violet in "The Incredibles". So you can listen to her there. I would be super nerdy and geek out with a presentation of some of my favorite online samplings, but I'm using bootleg internet in my new apartment and it won't easily load anything fast moving. so you'll have to do your own research this time.
Back to my story. So Alex and I headed down to Tattered Cover, one of the very best bookstores in the whole wide world, dealt with bullshit downtown parking, and listened to some of the stupidest bitches in the world complain about 'having' to be at the reading. Here's a helpful tip to people out there: don't show up at a free public event and bitch about how much it sucks. If you don't want to be there, LEAVE. It's real fucking simple. I brought along my camera to try and take pictures during the reading, but that plan didn't work out so well. One: my camera made noise, which made me feel like an asshole. and two: it didn't take very good pictures. example:
and Ms. Vowell lives up to my expectations. She was funny and wry, even though she was exhausted. Denver is known at the 'Mile High City' because our altitude is one mile above sea level, and a lot of visitors have trouble adjusting. So that coupled with the fact she had just flown in from a reading in Washington, D.C. made her introduce herself with the line "I'm going to try to wheeze my way through the reading." But she did fabulous and everyone, with the exception of the bitches sitting behind me but with the inclusion of the nice Jewish couple next to me, enjoyed themselves. We stuck around afterwards and got to get books signed. We got two signed, one for me and Alex together, and one for our cousin Liz who lives in Australia.
Liz was owed this gift because she gave me one of my favorite things in the entire universe: a signed David Sedaris. Liz is quite a bit older than me, and unlike most of my mother's side of the family, she did not grow up in Colorado, so she and I were never close. In fact, I can only remember actually physically meeting her two times. She now lives Australia with her husband and three kids and it is only through the wonder of facebook that we know anything about each other at all. And we've both been surprised with the amount of things we have in common, and the multitude of things that have sparked mutual interest. One of those more prominent things was our intense desire to see David Sedaris live and in person. I've always wanted to, and have had a couple of opportunities to do so, but have always been too poor and too cheap to fullfill that particular dream. I wrote something on my facebook status the last time he came through town that while I would love to go, I couldn't afford both the ticket and ticketmaster rape charge that went along with it.
Liz remembered, and when she got to go down see him in her new homeland, she got him to sign a copy of 'Me Talk Pretty One Day' personalized to me. "To Rachel, on the evening of meeting your enchanting cousin" is what it reads. And I am in love with it. So Alex and I decided to return the favor. So I got to be a good person and have a good time all at once. A nice afternoon, to say the least.
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