It had been on the books for over a month now and I was super excited, counting down the days on my calendar. I kept telling her she could just come to my house, but she insisted on meeting at a bookstore about 35 miles north of my neighborhood. I'm sure she just didn't want to put me out or anything.
I wasn't really sure where this bookstore was so I did a little old school MapQuesting and figured out where I was going. I thought it was weird, though, when we got in the car and my son said,
"Do you have the directions?"
"Yes."
"Show me."
I actually had to hold up the notebook where I'd written down the directions so he could see. What did he think? That we'd get lost or something ridiculous like that? Because we didn't. I mean, we totally would have if that nice lady at the Chevron station hadn't been able to get us back on track by pulling up the directions on her iPhone.
I should really think about getting one of those.
Moving on.
We made it to the bookstore. It was huge. Like Barnes & Noble and Half-Price Books had a baby and fed it the Food Court. A food court with a coffee stand. Nice. I was starting to understand why she'd picked this place.
It was funny because there were all these other people there. Like, a lot of other people. I guess they wanted to have coffee with PW, too. I wasn't too worried, though. I found a nice spot in the back. The great thing was that because I was standing, I knew she'd be able to see me better over the heads of all other poor saps who had chairs.
Ha!
Unlike me, PW tends to be a bit nervous in front of a crowd. She made everyone promise not to look at her and to only focus on her slide-show presentation. She's so funny.
Then she sang a slideshow duet with her dog.
After that, she moved over into a special area of the store for only the special PW people. I'm sure they would have let me back there, if I had asked. I mean, I had a ticket. Just because it was marked "K" and they only wanted "A and B" at that time didn't mean anything. It was more of a suggestion really.
Except for the really snooty salesgirl who forced us out of the aisle and made us go into the kid's section because they had to keep the area clear for the As & Bs.
Whatever.
We made our way back and found a great place just past the exit aisle where we could stand and wave at her.
Hi, PW! It's great to see you!! I'll just wait over here for you until you're done. Yeah, no. I'm fine. No rush.
I thought it might be good to mentally go over all the things I was planning to say. It went like this:
Bacon-wrapped meatloaf rules all!
and
Perfect iced coffee has become my entire existence.
and
How did I get this far in life without Pots de Creme?
I would have talked about other things besides food, though, like
Did you really take that picture of the stampeding horses because it's amazing!! What kind of camera do you have, anyway?
and
Tell me everything you've learned and everything you know about homeschooling because I'm considering it and I'd love your take on it.
and
My favorite color is orange, too. I mean, it's like we're twins.
and
Can I come live on the ranch with you? Pleeeaaase. I'll be your best friend. Oh. You already have a best friend? Well, she can come over, too. I'm friendly. Please please please please please. I really want to live on the ranch!
But the 523 people in line ahead of me kept her pretty busy taking pictures and signing her new cookbook and stuff. You know how it is. Ultimately, we had to reschedule our coffee chat for another time.
Um...no. That's not me. I'm not in that picture.
My son and I went through the book this morning. He marked everything that he wants me to make out of it with green sticky notes.
Now.
For dinner.
You're not doing anything today, right?
I know that P-Dub will hit me up the next time she's in town. We're pretty tight like that.
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