"I was on the front porch, drowning a mouse in a bucket when a van pulled up..."
...and to find out the rest of the story, slash why there was mouse euthanasia, you would have to read Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. The author of which, as it turns out, is a fantastically nice guy. And how do I know that?
BECAUSE I MET DAVID SEDARIS!!
He signed Corduroy and Denim! He gave me Aveda stuff from the Ritz-Carlton that he was planning to take with him! (Which admittedly is kind of weird, but who cares?!) And he also gave Rachel a plastic spoon with a monkey on it!
Officially best literary excursion ever.
BECAUSE I MET DAVID SEDARIS!!
He signed Corduroy and Denim! He gave me Aveda stuff from the Ritz-Carlton that he was planning to take with him! (Which admittedly is kind of weird, but who cares?!) And he also gave Rachel a plastic spoon with a monkey on it!
Officially best literary excursion ever.