Oh, Panic.
Nov. 25th, 2007 09:46 pmSo...somehow my sister managed to convince me to go with her to see Anthony Bourdain tomorrow. He's doing a book signing at Triple Rock. I'm absolutely uncertain how to proceed in such a situation. I mean, it's Anthony Freaking Bourdain. He's on my List, for gosh sakes. If I weren't so afraid that my sister would kill me (and you would, wouldn't you Beck?) I would bow out gracefully and go home as per usual tomorrow night. Alas, I'm stuck going.
I'm going to puke on his shoes. I just know it. I can see the impending scenario with such clarity, it's frightening.
And how does this thing work, anyway? I'm assuming there will be lots of waiting in line and embarrassment...perhaps more than a healthy dose of stammering and sputtering on my part when I get my chance to say 1.5 words in the line. Which I will inevitably screw up, of course.
Why did I agree to this? Why? Is my sense of masochism really so well developed?
I'm going to puke on his shoes. I just know it. I can see the impending scenario with such clarity, it's frightening.
And how does this thing work, anyway? I'm assuming there will be lots of waiting in line and embarrassment...perhaps more than a healthy dose of stammering and sputtering on my part when I get my chance to say 1.5 words in the line. Which I will inevitably screw up, of course.
Why did I agree to this? Why? Is my sense of masochism really so well developed?
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Date: 2007-11-26 09:23 pm (UTC)Oh, and don't forget to write your phone number on a scrap of paper to surreptitiously drop into his hand when greeting him. ;-)
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Date: 2007-11-26 09:28 pm (UTC)After all, the husband hath granted permission. *wicked wink*
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Date: 2007-11-26 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-26 11:39 pm (UTC)It would be a delightful cerebration of rudeness that Bourdain would appreciate.
(I told you I was weird)
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Date: 2007-11-26 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-27 02:26 am (UTC)