Last night was one of those nights that seemed too good to be true. I had my first reading from ACP in front of around 200 people at Powell’s. My dear friend, Frances Miller, started it off with a killer intro that left me teary-eyed and barely able to begin. But I turned down the lights and read eight short parts of the book while doing a slide show. I choked up again while reading a chapter about my brother. Then after the Q&A, I invited Barb to come up and stand next to me while I tried to hold it together for the grand finale. Of course, it was futile. The tears came as I got on my knee and asked her to marry me. I was pretty much lost in that moment right then but I heard later (from reliable sources) that Barb and I weren’t the only ones crying.
After the reading there was a great after-party at Blitz (getting engaged means free drinks I found out) and I was able to visit with more friends while Barb showed off her fake-bling ring. We’ll be shopping for the real thing soon.
Thanks again to everyone who came out for this special night.
(photos by Jonathan Selwood)
And look–now there’s video (Thanks, MD)