(Just for clarification-I live in Indiana, I moved to Indiana from Utah, my parents still live in Utah, the moosh and I spent the last three weeks in Utah hanging out with my family and I am now back in Indiana where I own a house but I can’t live in it yet because the plumbing doesn’t work and ZOMG DID YOU SEE WHAT COLORS IT IS PAINTED? Anyway I’m not entirely sure where we’re going to be living for the next month or so but IT’S ALL JUST AN ADVENTURE RIGHT!?)
The scene is Tuesday and the moosh and I are trolling around my dad’s ‘hood since I was pretty sure the constant presence of a four year old was causing my dad to twitch and the weather was just too delicious to stay inside. We ended up in a little bookshop a few blocks away where we sat on the floor and read pop up books. On the way out I noticed a sign that said “UPCOMING EVENTS” with Ree Drummond’s new cookbook featured below.
“She’s coming here?” I asked.
“Yeah. Wednesday night, 7 pm at the gallery next door.” replied the bookseller.
Huh. So Ree was coming to a gallery a few blocks away from my dad’s house. A night out with my Barbara was planned.
(my headband? Miss Ruby Sue. Because I know you’re going to ask.)
DUDE. People started lining up at 3 o’clock (it started at 7.) I had gotten my book earlier in the day and I had the feeling that the bookshop wasn’t entirely sure what they were getting themselves into later that evening. Barb and I ended up in signing group J. (Tickets were handed out A-Z 20 people per group.) We made it into the doors where we were able to meet up with the lovely Jes, Carina, Marie, Miranda, Allison, Emily, Carol, Andrea, another Emily, Vanessa and Janet. We hung out, spoke blog, giggled. It was fun. (p.s. HOLY LINKS BATMAN!)
Being in group J it was going to take about two hours to get in the door to get Ree’s pen to our books. We discussed going back to my dads, getting some chow or simply hanging out when we met up with a couple of ladies who had driven down from Kamas (about an hour away) to meet Ree. They didn’t have books or tickets so between Barb’s iPhone and my smooth talking we tried to develop a plan to get these ladies in to meet the lovely Ree.
The more we talked the more it occurred to me that I was only there because it was two blocks away and I wanted an excuse to hang out with Barb. These ladies drove over an hour. I had a book and a ticket, they did not. I wanted to go home and snuggle with my kid on our last night in Utah.
I handed over my book and made them promise they would get her signature and pay it forward when they could. (I also *may* have screamed “DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!” when they tried to refuse my offer. Know this, if I offer you something? YOU TAKE IT.)
We headed back towards my dads when we spotted Marie, Alison Carina and Emily again. Hey, may as well hang out with the bloggers we already know and love while we had the opportunity right?
No waiting in a three hour line for us!
Wait. Hold the phone.
Yeah. I know she’s kind of the blogger who launched a thousand blogs and mine is no exception. I read her writing about depression, I read Jon’s post about having a wife with depression and I can’t deny that the both of them together helped me to finally write about my overdose and then about all the other hard stuff leaving me feeling a hundred pounds lighter and helping a few lovelies along the way.
So I told her. I told her thank you. It felt really good to kind of have the whole thing come full circle. We hugged, she said something about her interview with CNN earlier in the day and I was all “I have no CNN stories” then she was whisked away by the powers of Ree.
I like bloggers. I like blogging. I’m happy I do this.
It was a good night.