I had a CRAZY busy weekend, but it was just so much fun. The NC Litfest was absolutely fabulous, and I had the best time catching up with old friends and making new ones. Like R. L. Stine:
who was, like, the nicest guy ever. Me and my friend Courtney ended up discussing the intricacies of NC hushpuppies with him (onions, according to Courtney, are crucial) and just having the best time. The next day, at the festival, several HUNDRED people turned out to see him. That, my friends, is a superstar.
Also on Friday, Courtney and I totally stalked Elizabeth Strout, author of Olive Kitteridge, until we finally got the nerve to go up and introduce ourselves. She was just so, so pleasant and nice and amazing:
Then, on Saturday, I did my mentoring panel with Courtney and Jill McCorkle, and we had a blast talking about being a students and teachers and writers:
Extra special bonus of festival: I got to drive home and sleep in my own bed. No airports, no suitcase! Very nice thing. Then, last night, I went out to Fearrington for the Long Story Short benefit for the Chapel Hill Public Library. Talk about old home week. I saw people I went to high school with, people I worked at the Burrito with, and all kinds of local celebs. I was, like, inches away from Bill Gutheridge, who was a coach of the UNC basketball team. I mean, HELLO! The story part of the evening was so awesome. I was on the stage with all these, like, super famous NC writers and felt totally cowed. Luckily, I was also sitting next to Haven Kimmel, who made me giggle so much through the entire thing that if we’d been in middle school, the teacher would have separated us. SO much fun.
Then, I came home, caught the beginning of the VMAs (loved Madonna, hated what Kanye did to Taylor Swift, let the girl have her moment!) and crashed. And now it’s Monday, where I am sadly forced to accept the fact that I have really lost my brand new camera. I just got it, like, a month ago. It was gorgeous. Red! Tiny! Much cooler than me! And I left it at a restaurant in Carrboro on Wednesday of last week, and now, it is gone. I called EVERY place I’d been, retraced my steps, turned the entire house upside down. It’s not here. It’s so, so frustrating, because I had my old camera for, like, eight years and dragged it across the country and back so many times, never losing it once. Darn! Oh, well. Hopefully someone is enjoying it, somewhere. They have a couple of really cute pictures of my kid to enjoy as well. Sigh.