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I am back on the mainland and blogging from Seattle with South Austin in the rearview mirror. Don't worry Virgin Island fans, I will most certainly be back in the Caribbean for visits if not full-time. And I'm sure St. Thomas will creep it's way into many future posts. For now, it's all about living in the Pacific Northwest!

May 2, 2011

Spain soon come! But first...David Sedaris is angry!

I started volunteering at the Long Center several months ago. This week, our fair city hosted David Sedaris! After the show, he stayed to sign books and whatever else. After arriving at 5:45 for my volunteer shift, I finally called it quits at 11 without seeing him. As I stood in the line amongst his other fans, I realized that just because a person appreciates the same type of humor that I do, it doesn't necessarily mean that I want to interact with them on any level. There were two lines. One line was made up of people who began waiting before the show and were given numbers so as to be advantaged in the post show line. The other line was for everyone else. As I had been at the front door taking tickets during the pre-show signing, I found myself in the "everyone else" group. While the number carrier line inched foward, the everyone else line stood Each time the numbers line moved, the man directly behind me moved closer to me until we were elbow to elbow and shoulder to shoulder. I tried giving some non verbal clues that he didn't pick up on. Wasn't it obvious that you shouldn't share two continuous feet of uninvited physical contact with a complete stranger? As a way to pass the time I suppose, he began to read his newly purchased copy of Chipmunk Seeks Squirrel. He chuckled at himself as he read in breathy spurts. He held the book close to his mouth and I could smell his breath as his stale words bounced off the page towards me. My arm (being locked against his) moved each time he laughed. It was at this point that I decided, still somewhat reluctantly, to remove myself from the line and my resolve to meet Mr. Sedaris. The next day, I was happily surprised to find out that another volunteer (understanding my disappointment from the previous evening) had spoken to David on my behalf. She handed me a program in which the following words were written: I'm so angry that I missed you! DS

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