The Fairyland tour has unofficially started–officially it kicks off Tuesday in LA (7pm reading at the Huntington Beach Barnes and Noble–please come!) but this weekend I’m in Orlando for the International Reading Association conference. Monday is my big programming day–tonight is dinner with just about everyone ever.
This section of Orlando is clearly Convention Land. Hotels and the giant convention center and that’s all. I forgot my bathing suit like a FOOL and would have to take a cab to a distant mall to get one. I am apparently quite far from the drag in Orlando where every other shop sells nothing but towels and bathing suits (and towels with bathing suits printed on them.)
My hotel room is so nice I swooned, and I’m enjoying some alone time to transition to Tour Cat and get some outstanding work done. And freak out about how FAIRYLAND IS OUT ON TUESDAY WHAT.
Florida…well, I could never live here, but I enjoy the produce. It’s hot and bright and muggy and there are terrifying bugs. Swimming pools everywhere and the ocean, but I have passed the point in my life where I am willing to deal with 95 degrees in early May. I lived in California. I am done. Maine has a spring. It’s an actual season with transitions and early-spring and late-spring. But the fish and the fruit down here is so amazing. It is a trade off.
I watched Dane Cook on Comedy Central last night. Back when no one knew who he was I actually thought he was funny. He’s not funny at all–not unfunny, or painful, really, just not amusing. He says stuff. It’s not funny. But people scream with laughter. Ladies and Gentlemen: the modern world.