Thursday, June 12, 2008

Gush Fest

Sunday I went to see David Sedaris and I MET HIM. I got to the venue 2 hours early, assuming the entire sane world would do likewise. You see, last time Mr. Sedaris came to Pittsburgh I waited more than five minutes to buy tickets and he was sold out. The ticket taker told me, hopefully, "Well, his performance IS during Passover, so perhaps you'll have a shot at the waiting list." It was thicker than the phone book. I missed the show.

So there I sat, book in lap, with only about 15 other people. I got a prime aisle seat. I selected the third row rather than the front so I wouldn't be self conscious about crossing and recrossing my legs when my feet didn't reach all the way to the floor. Plus then I could prop up my stubby legs on the chair in front of me.

Anyway, Mr. Sedaris came super early, too. I got to talk to him. He asked me what I do, and I told him what I aspire to do: I am a sports writer. He then asked whether he might have read any of my work in America's Best Sports Writing and told me I would never have to worry about competition from him. Ever. He also told me he recently met a woman who studies spite in monkeys.

Finally, he signed my book thus:
His reading was marvelous. I love him even more now.

3 comments:

Elaine said...

Gush on, girl. Today you are the sportiest.

east side girl said...

Oh my gosh, what a cool story! I'm reading the book right now and it's so great. The story about the woman and the cough drop on the plane...I couldn't stop laughing.

Jane said...

He is another one, like Garrison Keillor, who I can't read without hearing his radio voice. It is so much a part of his writing voice!