The main event being the book signing for author Heather B Armstrong, a/k/a Dooce.
I rode to the book signing with Lemony Sarah, a contributor for Mamarazzi and a funny, kind person. After our 40 minute trek, we met up with Casual Perfectionist and Amber (famous for being the Head Mile High Mama, and the wife of a man obsessed with giant pumpkins).
Since we got there freaky early (2.5 hours), we were #2, 3, 4, and 5 in line to get seats and have our books signed. Who was the gal who got #1? Jolene, a health blogger I have already added to my feeder. Her photo of us waiting in line is here.
It was an amazingly quick 2.5 hours. Before long, we were ushered to our chairs, where I got to sit in the primo-est seat in the room. Front. And. Center.
Heather B Armstrong came out from between the bookshelves, casual and stunning in black (see this photo taken by her husband.). She seemed happy to be in Denver, relaxed. As she had tweeted previously, “Next stop: Denver. Same time zone, relatively same elevation. Throw in several hundred thousand Mormons and it’ll be just like home!”
She told funny stories from her book (It Sucked and Then I Cried: How I had a Baby, a Breakdown, and a Much-Needed Margarita) and stories from her blog. Off to my side, her husband, Jon, took photos. And tweeted about her: “Watching @dooce kill it at the Denver reading. She’s a keeper!” And tweeted about us: “Thank you Denver!!”
I was struck by their couple-ness. So independent yet so intertwined.
Heather’s date with Oprah had aired just hours before, and she told us what the vetting process was like — akin to the Secret Service granting access to the POTUS.
Heather closed with Q&A from a dozen or so starstruck fans (including me. How can you NOT be in awe of a writer who reportedly makes GOBS of money every month from her blog? Not for just the $$, of course, but the fact that so many people read her, that she is SUCH a phenom).
And then she signed our books. We took our books over to Jon for a signature as well, and because we were in the beginning of the Heather line, people followed us into the Jon line. Poor Jon was not expecting the stream of attention, but I think he was pleased.
The evening didn’t suck and I didn’t cry. And there was not a margarita in sight. But it was SO worth the babysitter’s bill to hang out with my bloggy friends and to get my book double-signed.