In yet another day of oddities aimed to convince me I’m stuck in a coma dream, I spent last night in LA doing a reading moderated by Soleil Moon Frye, who is responsible for my fear of refrigerators even to this day because of that episode of Punky Brewster where Cherie gets stuck in that fridge. Even now I can’t open a refrigerator without worrying I’ll get caught inside of it somehow. They don’t even make behavioral therapy for that.
Also, I tried to set up our chairs so that mine was way in the back and hers was way in the front so that I could use forced perspective to look less Amazonian compared to her but she totally wasn’t falling for it.
We sold out of books in the first half and I signed everything from tongues to metal chickens to xanax bottles, but the most bizarre thing I signed was this…
That totally sweet and normal looking woman? Is Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight series, who flew all the way out to come to my reading and surprised me so much that I got all fangirly and started rambling about how I dressed up as a werewolf for the last movie and then I misspelled her name on her book. True story.
Lesson here: Be less drunk when you’re signing books. Also, Stephenie Meyer has a complicated name and very pretty hair.
I’m doing another reading tonight near San Francisco. Come? Pretty please?