Some Enchanted Evening...

Last night I drove to Atlanta for a reading and signing with one of my favorite authors, Augusten Burroughs. ("Running with Scissors," "Dry," etc.) I contend that were it not for the fact that my childhood was somewhat idyllic rather than being beyond traumatic, that I have never been near a major drug in my life, and that I'm straight - Augusten and I would be soul mates. Anyway, because I am a huge dork, I was more than thrilled for this meeting. In short, I was like a twelve-year-old about to meet Justin Timberlake or one of the ladies at the retirement community when there's a new widower on the floor. As you can see from the picture, Mr. Burroughs felt exactly the same way.