Tonight I got to spend the evening with the Twilight Moms at Jordan Landing. Mad props to Liz, who gave me the idea to do a signing there! Also, a huge thanks to the 20 strangers who decided to take a chance on my book. Crossing my fingers that you love it :)
A highlight of the night: I bartered a book for a Twilight shirt at Fork's Gift Shop (only mine is pink). Now granted, Twilight has greater fans than I, but I do love Alice and Jasper. And the actress who plays the role in the movies is the best part of the show for me (I wonder if she'd want to play Rhea?), so I'm all about pimpin' some Alice gear.
Bartering a Rhea book for Alice shirt? *channels guy from Dances with (Were?)Wolves* "Good trade!"
Non-highlight of the night: no pictures. Seriously, I need to start taking pictures. Blogs are just more interesting with pics... at least for me... and I'm really too tired to say anything else, except that part of the reason I am tired is bacause I stayed up until midnight watching Xanadu, trying to ressurect joy-joy feelings the show inspired me with as a child.
Wow. Unbearably horrible. Really. Yet I LOVED it as a child. Now I know why the room was always vacated whenever I stuck it into the VCR. I also worshipped Thunder Cats as a child. Several years back I saw a re-run and was baffled at how slowly the characters were talking. I barely listened for 10 seconds before silently screaming and changing the channel.
Isn't it crazy how we outgrow things? I guess I need to judge children less harshly who enjoy Barney, Wiggles, and Sponge Bob. Really, I have no room to judge, it seems. None at all.