So I was walking to work on Saturday when I saw a group of people on the opposite side of the street from me, and in the crowd was a man that I recognized. I just didn't know who he was, or how I recognized him. (I'm one of those people who is absolutely dreadful at placing people when they're out of their normal context.) So I glanced over as I walked, while trying not to be a Creepy Staring Girl, when my brain finally offered up the man's identity.
"OMG!" I said, for I talk in acronyms. "That's Patrick Nielsen Hayden!"
Whereupon my brain quickly gave me the identities of two more individuals in the group: "And Teresa Nielsen Hayden! And John Scalzi!"
There were two other individuals with them who refused to turn in such a way that I could see their faces, but I decided that they too were likely SF/F personalities who are not usually in Toronto, and that the crowd as a whole was likely headed to the same destination as I. Thus, I booted it to the bookstore and made excited noises at
cszego upon arriving.
"You'll never guess who is coming down the street towards the bookstore," said I.
"
John Scalzi and
Justine Larbalestier and
Scott Westerfeld?" she replied, neatly identifying the two mystery people and ruining my surprise.
At which point we ran around like mad people to not only do all the usual things that one does to make a bookstore open to the public in the morning, but to grab all the books we could find by the noted personages headed our way that they could sign them. Our store soon overflowed with famous people, who signed books and bought books and chatted with Chris and were generally interesting.
Teresa and I talked a little about jewelry and beads, after she'd thought that the green and gold necklace I was wearing -- one that I just finished a few days ago and plan on selling -- was one of
elisem's, which I took to be the awesome compliment that it is. She also told me of some places in New York where one can get amazing deals on beads, providing yet more motivation to return to NYC sometime.
I wanted to chat more, but instead got my butt up the ladder to shelve books to prepare the store for the
Violette Malan signing in the afternoon. Still, with my hands full of books and a store full of authors, I could not help but think to myself, "This is the best job ever."
And it's true.