This weekend I had Todd and Elizabeth and Don. We're not just talking different states but different countries, different lives. Just to see one of them is a HUGE treat, to see them all at once, well, I'm still tired.
For those of you who don't know the story of Don....
Between my sophomore and junior year of high school I was able to scam my way into a summer program at Oxford University. It was so nice to get out of L.A. for a month. Nice is the wrong word. Its like the after version of me on my asthma meds. Its a horrible comparison but I really did breathe better there, mentally and physically. I was comfortable. I spent that summer actually liking myself. It was one helluva vacation from high school.
People often ask how Elizabeth & I have maintained our friendship through the years, including that summer.
Two words: separate rooms.
That's why we're always so happy in pictures together. You don't get sick of someone if you don't annoy them 24/7. That's us only 4 years into our friendship. (Wow my hair was long. And those high waisted mom-jeans are something fierce.) We're not old enough to have a learner's permit but we could annoy a whole other country together! This is one of my all time favorite pictures of the two of us. If memory serves, that fabulous black Contempo Casuals top was the first item of clothing I bought and hid from mom. Ah, the memories....
At this particular program you have a "major" and a "minor." My major was drama and my minor was law.
One of my drama teachers was Don Winslow. (I had a SWEET Kodak Disc camera in case you were wondering how I captured these fabulous moments 17 years ago.) Don kicked ass and not too surprisingly still does. I think Elizabeth will have to fill me in on when/how we found out he was a novelist. (Remember kids, this was before The Google.) Ever since, we hunt and devour every one of his books.
Usually, if I like you, I'll give you a copy of whatever I have extra. I just gave away my last extra copy of Death and Life of Bobby Z . (That was an amusing sentence to write.) But DO NOT touch my first edition hardback copies. You're likely to get your ass kicked for doing something like that. Seriously.
So yeah. Don has a new book out. I've known that for awhile but I could only find it online. And really, I'm all about instant gratification which translates to my not having bought it yet. I know, I'm a very bad stalker.
So ends the story.
Elizabeth was in town on this work thingy this past week and told me to find something "fun" to do on Saturday. I was running through the list o' authors for the L.A. Times Festival of Books (she's one of them readin' types) and there he was.
So I surfed the web for a minute (heaven forbid the L.A. Times have an all-encompassing list of authors and signings and such) and found him doing signings for the Mystery Bookstore.
As we're killing time before his 5pm signing, Todd takes a flyer from the kids at Borders, sees Don's name on it and points.
"Isn't that Don?"
Wha? (I really wish I was more articulate.)
"Don, your teacher."
He's just as sarcastic and bitter as ever. We love him.