So, Heather B. Armstrong, aka, Dooce, has been on a book tour for the past couple of weeks promoting her new book – “It Sucked and Then I Cried.” I haven’t read it yet, but since I now own it, I will be soon. I was going to go see her last year at a book signing in Salt Lake, but it was later in the day, and I was 5 months pregnant, traveling alone, and miserable. So I skipped it and headed home. This time around, I found out a couple months ago that she was scheduled to come to LA yesterday. So, Josh snuck out of work a touch early and we headed up to LA for the evening. First thing – we are way too old for this type of shit. We were so thrashed by the time we got home at 1 am that we were both dizzy. Second thing? Totally worth it. I am not normally a big fan of much. But I’ve been reading Dooce for years and last night was so awesome. Heather was gracious and so nice. She seemed a bit shaky and a touch nervous at first, but who wouldn’t be with 60+ people staring at you expectantly? People who know about your boobs.
The reading was at a scrunchy little bookstore, so it was way crowded, but everyone gave us our space because apparently babies are known for spontaneous projectile vomiting. I don’t like being that close to that many people (stranger danger – yikes!) but I held it together because, you know, it was Heather. We got there early and sat up front, so Quinn could also be admired by the audience. Good thing. Quinn was awesome. She was so good and sat and listened and only fussed a tiny bit.
Then I got my very own copies of both Heather’s books (thanks husband!) signed and got to gush at Heather a bit. She was so nice, even though I totally felt like a frumpy housewife amidst all the super stylish LA-ites. Might have been the classy grey yoga pants I was wearing. Or the ultra cool purple Sleepy Wrap I had on to hold the baby. Either way – I sort of felt like a Clampett, but Heather was just awesome. We had so much fun and it was really cool to do something kind of grown up.
After the signing we went to dinner at a little Italian place on the beach. It was nice outside, and Quinn slept through dinner so it sort of seemed like we were alone. Like, maybe on a date or something. Other than the waiter dumping soda in Josh’s lap, it was a great meal. Long drive home, and we drug ourselves up to bed at like 1 am. We so are too old for this crap.
For those of you who are also Dooce fans, yes, yes she really is as cool as she seems.
Posted on April 3rd, 2009 by michelle
Filed under: Random run ins, The Naked Part
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I know nothing about “Dooce”, but I do know Josh. And if a drink was being spilled, My money is on Josh doing the spilling. Sounds to me like a waiter is being maligned.
Normally I would totally agree with you, Mike, but really the drink was on the tray.
Although Josh could have tripped the guy…