A few things before bed...
I'm reading David Sedaris' new book, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. Dear God, I love this man. He's so damn funny, I can't stand it. If I could write like anyone, I'd want to write like him. I've tried that style before... You know, funny but touching anecdotes about one's family... but no one's as good as he is...
I met him once... I went to see him read from his book, Naked. By far his best, in my opinion. Afterwards, I went up to get my book signed. Now, listen... I'm no stranger to celebrity... I've met my share of them and all I can usually do is picture them taking a shit. Kinda humanizes the whole thing.
But, on this night, I was a total nervous wreck. As we stood in line, I was trying to think of what I could possibly say to this man whose wit I admire so much.
So, we get up to him and Bob says, "I'm Bob and this is my partner, Kevin." He looks up and says, "Hmmm... Partner... I don't ever know what word to use... Boyfriend sounds too informal, husband just sounds stupid... and cocksucker doesn't really go over well at parties, does it?"
Afterwards, we went to a nearby restaurant and shortly after, he shows up with his "posse," such as it was... I saw him walk in and for the whole meal, I sat there looking out of the corner of my eye, trying to get up the courage to go talk to him... You would've thought Madonna was in the room... I couldn't think of anything else but what I could say to him to express my admiration...
At one point, he gets up to go to the restroom... On his way back to his table, he actually recognized us and came over! He's painfully anti-social, it seems... and I wasn't helping matters by acting like a schoolgirl... We chatted for a bit and then he went back to his table...
But, I do always remember it... I love him... Oh, to be that funny...
Gotta go to bed... although I want to write so much...
I met him once... I went to see him read from his book, Naked. By far his best, in my opinion. Afterwards, I went up to get my book signed. Now, listen... I'm no stranger to celebrity... I've met my share of them and all I can usually do is picture them taking a shit. Kinda humanizes the whole thing.
But, on this night, I was a total nervous wreck. As we stood in line, I was trying to think of what I could possibly say to this man whose wit I admire so much.
So, we get up to him and Bob says, "I'm Bob and this is my partner, Kevin." He looks up and says, "Hmmm... Partner... I don't ever know what word to use... Boyfriend sounds too informal, husband just sounds stupid... and cocksucker doesn't really go over well at parties, does it?"
Afterwards, we went to a nearby restaurant and shortly after, he shows up with his "posse," such as it was... I saw him walk in and for the whole meal, I sat there looking out of the corner of my eye, trying to get up the courage to go talk to him... You would've thought Madonna was in the room... I couldn't think of anything else but what I could say to him to express my admiration...
At one point, he gets up to go to the restroom... On his way back to his table, he actually recognized us and came over! He's painfully anti-social, it seems... and I wasn't helping matters by acting like a schoolgirl... We chatted for a bit and then he went back to his table...
But, I do always remember it... I love him... Oh, to be that funny...
Gotta go to bed... although I want to write so much...