So there I was, at 6:20PM on the corner of Jersey Street and Lafayette, 40 blocks from where I needed to be, on St. Patrick’s Day, during rush hour. I was stressed, my head was throbbing, my sister probably gave me laryngitis, and I was totally broke.
So I wasn’t sure if I was going to go to the reading with John Green, David Levithan, Libba Bray and E. Lockhart. Then I thought to myself, this is going to be the most amazing part of the whole week long teen authors event. Why shouldn’t I go?
I sucked up the fact that I had to cut class, and I sucked up the fact that I had to spend some dough to get to the city, and decided…what the hell? I’ll do it.
My plan was to get into the city, have an hour where i can grab some coffee, chill a little bit, and then head to the reading. Instead, I missed my train because the traffic was crazy getting to the train station near my house. Then, I thought the talk was at 7 but instead, it was at 6. Thirdly, I thought the event was down on Jersey Street because that was the original location for it. They (being David Levithan) instead moved it to the NYPL library on 42nd street. Hell.
I was so fed up with the situation, that I thought, it couldn’t get any worse than this. I called a cab, got to the NYPL and managed to listen to the last hour and twenty minutes of the talk. Yeay! And honestly? So glad I didn’t give up and go home. These guys are masters in the field and i was honored to be able to listen to them talk.
So after the talk, author Robyn Schneider/Violet Haberdasher, Casandra, Rebecca and I decided to get some food. Mitali Dave was with us for a while but she had to bail to get back to Jerz. There were no seats, So Robyn sat in the high chair. We enjoyed eating for a while before we had to bail.
Cassandra drove into the city so we had to find her parked car. it was an adventure! We ended up going around the huge city block and ending up literally yards away from where the parking garage was located. We found it only after paying a cab to drive us the five feet we needed to go to get to the garage. We gave the guy the address and he drove and then stopped after a minute. Sigh. He could have just TOLD us where it was.
Anywho. I got on the train to the LIRR and it was soooo packed at 10:30PM. There were all these people in green smelling like beer and singing weird songs at the top of their lungs. Ugh. In the end, I was able to arrive home safe and sound. Bad news? My sister stayed over two nights ago and we shared my big bed because her friend took my futon. I talked to her today and she has full blown laryngitis. That is totally what I’ll be having in like, twenty four hours.
I hope I’m well enough for the Symposium on Friday and the awesome Books of Wonder signing on Sunday!! Okay, peace out.