THX KGB
A big thank you to everyone who came out to KGB last night. I had a good time and it was A+ to see some old friends, including Paige an old co-worker from The Hill (who has one of those accents you just want him to keep talking forever and like maybe read the phone book to you as you fall asleep), and my brother’s friend from high school Howard and his ladyfriend TJ. I probably hadn’t seen Howard since I was like 14 or something and Mike had sent him to “beat me up.” Awesome. Anyway that’s been the best part about writing a book - all the people from your past who come out of the woodwork to see you. In L.A. my friend’s entire family (mom, dad, brother, cousin, kid, aunt, jesus, mary chain) came to see me in Santa Monica and they live in LONG BEACH. WTF. And I hadn’t even met them before! I guess what I’m saying is that all the ice around my heart is slowly melting and I am experiencing what doctors call “emotion”. I don’t like it. I am going to do a couple of shots of whiskey and kill whatever it is I am feeling.
The KGB reading marked the halfway point of the MONSTERS OF MEMOIR Tour. I head out to Boston on Thursday for a reading at BU Barnes & Noble. I used to live in Boston (no, not for school but for actual work) so I’m looking forward to it. I think Boston gets a hard time for the most part. People really love to hate Boston, the way they love to hate Atlanta or Pittsburgh or Los Angeles. This is all really irritating. Like there are people who live in New York who really couldn’t live anywhere else because all other cities pale in comparison. There is no city like NY but there is also no city like Boston either. And then there are people who hate L.A. who haven’t even been there. Huh? I mean I hate donuts but at least I’ve had them before. I know exactly why I do not like donuts. L.A. is no donut. Neither is Boston. Actually Boston is a donut. Boston creme. You know what’s annoying? Spelling “cream” as “creme”. That’s just weird. You are not fooling anyone, Dunkin’ Donuts. This donut is not French or vaguely European. You can call it Boston cream and people will still eat it. Just not me.
I will be taking the GREYHOUND up to Boston. This is because my limo driver got food poisoning from our lobster and champagne dinner last night. No. I am a writer. I have like two dollars. I am taking the bus. Because that is the writerly thing to do, whatever is cheap and most painful.
How you leave mushroom story out Anne? You true voice coming on stronger and stronger all the time - this blog, too, be balls out cussing before too long.
Well, if you really want to save the publishing company money, you can always support your local Asian company and take a Chinatown bus. I think the one way rate is only $15.
http://www.staticleap.com/chinatownbus/
GREYHOUND? No no no! Didn’t we go over this? Just fuel up the private jet. I know its due for its annual maintenance, but Boston is close so it should not matter. There is also Amtrak if the FAA won’t let you take the jet. $60 each way and you don’t have to suffer through the bathroom door banging against the frame with every bump in the road and the smell of urine.
Hey, this is (Other) Anne. Just wanted to say have a good time in Boston - I’m in the area and would swing by for your reading, if it weren’t for a fun doctor’s appointment that I’m really excited about.
Never ridden a greyhound before (ah the joys of cities spread far out…alright, that’s a lie), but it doesn’t sound too exciting. Don’t get mugged or anything, and look before you sit down :/