But seriously, I've never met Stephen King. I went to see him speak in Seattle a few years back but chickened out at the signing. I was too embarrassed to ask him to sign an old book because I couldn't get his new one yet. It was the Lisey's Story tour. Even though I was chicken I had a wonderful evening. I could do that all day. He's a beautiful and poised public speaker, and so funny too. If you were outside just listening to the audience response the average person would have never guessed it was the master of horror speaking. People were laughing hooting cheers and clapping, it was a ball. Oh Lord, there I go. I always go on when I think about that night. Good times.
I didn't think I would be brave enough to speak to him at the FDNS signing but the hippie chick ka~tet probably would have lynched me if I hadn't! And he told me he would love to revisit England one day but the journey is too long/tiring, which is why I'm kinda bummed he *may* be coming to Europe this year and can't include us this time around. My offer of tea and crumpets doesn't compare to croissants and espresso. Sigh.
Then I washed as much of it off in the bathroom as I could when we got there, but I still felt self conscious and far too aromatic.
I wouldn't want him to look back one day and remember that one fan who reeked like a funeral parlor in high summer and for that memory to have my face on it.