“Maybe the best advice I can give is … don’t be afraid to write what you want to write. Don’t decide to write a serial killer book because they’re selling, or steer clear of a subject some readers might find objectionable. Once you’ve decided on the book you want to write, work intensely until it’s the best book it can be. Don’t be afraid to listen to criticism, but pick your critics carefully.”—Charlaine Harris
Sometimes I party pretty hard.
I stayed out until very, very late because of John Hodgman’s That Is All book party at the Bell House. It was great fun, and I laughed my ass off, so it was well worth what’s going to be a brainshredding hangover. I crashed on a friend’s couch in Williamsburg, because I couldn’t handle the commute back home at 2 am. It would have cost me 2 hours (I’m guessing) or $60, so I couched it.
And that is why I am wearing the same outfit as yesterday.
Yes, officemates, you recognize this sweater from yesterday. I have showered, but yes, I am wearing the same skirt. And stockings. And everything. I’m a classy broad.
Notes from last night:
- Bar Tano is awesome and I wish I knew of its existence when I lived in Carroll Gardens.
- I am boy crazy right now. Forgive me for the next two bullet points. John Hodgman has cute friends.
- Everyone’s favorite pretend boyfriend Paul Rudd is silly and cute and super short. I wish he had not spent so much time wearing fake beards and wigs.
- David Rees is
unstoppable hot. I don’t know if I’d ever seen him. Crush out, he is hot. And funny and weird. Side note, I always forget it is him that I am quoting when I say “I oughtta shoot your words” … which is something I say fairly often, and mostly to myself, under my breath.
- John Hodgman is one of my favorite people on not only this planet but several others. He is also much funnier and charminger than you would expect a deranged millionaire to be. I’m so happy for him that he’s finished his trilogy, the compendium of all world knowledge. It’s been a pleasure to follow this opus. I look forward to reading his guide to Ragnarok, which I do not plan on surviving.
- Ah yes, there’s the headache. There we go. Oh yeah. I’m squinting. Hurts. God, oh god, I have to edit some third grade math tests right now. Arrrgh.