1) The big author photo shoot is next week and I'm getting a zit on my cheek that may soon be large enough to merit a unique zip code.
2) The furnace is fixed, the dog is clean, and last night I met a man so drunk he asked me what my major was and whether or not I'd been published in the Wisconsin Review three times. So thanks to my zit and recent run of Crest Whitestrips, I guess I've still got that "college kid" glow. (And piss off to the bouncer at French Quarter who laughed at my ID a few months ago.)
3) If you meet a young man who is six foot nine, don't ask him how tall he is and whether or not he plays basketball. You'll just insult him and end up feeling like a cliched a-hole.
4) It's official. I must now apply for membership in the Idiot Girls' Action Adventure Club. As I was getting ready to leave my meeting with the school people Thursday night, putting my coat on and shaking hands and whatnot, the superintendent smiled at me and said, "Looking forward to reading the book!" A normal person would have responded with, "Thanks! I'll let you know when it's out." But what did I do? Gave him a Thumbs-Up, Fonzie-style, and then almost ran from the building.
Are you cringing along with me? Good. I sincerely hope my mortification makes your day that much brighter, your step that much lighter.