WeHo Book Fair

Big news!  I have been invited to be a panelist on the "Hollywoodland: Where Fiction Meets Fact" panel at the 6th Annual West Hollywood Book Fair.  So cool!  If you want an autographed copy of my book, September 30th is the time to get it!  There will be a signing after the panel, of course.

I know there are at least four people in West Hollywood who have read my book (hi Matt!  Hi Dayna!  Hi Perez!), so come on down-- if anyone knows how to throw a book fair, I'm going to imagine it's the City of West Hollywood.  Know what I'm saying?

In other news, escrow closed yesterday, I sold a bed on Craig's List and the people who came to get it actually turned out to be normal (!), I packed three more boxes, the floors in the new place are getting redone, and I.  Am Officially.  Tired of Moving.

Oh, and also?  When you close escrow?  You have to go to the bank and get a check that, I kid you not, should be the size of one of those giant Publisher's Clearinghouse checks.  They seriously should have one of those big checks in the back of the bank, just for people who are closing escrow and have to get a cashier's check for the most gigantically huge sum of money one person would ever put in one place.  How can this sum (which I'm of course not going to name, because that would be uncivilized) fit in one tiny check?  It seems almost hard to believe.  THAT is how much money you have to bring to the Closing of the Escrow.  Oh, and then, once you've brought all that money, still more people need more money, like painters and floor people and A/C people, and....oh, you get the picture.  Hopefully one day I will be able to live in a world without Tums.

Comments

[Rachel]

1. I want to come to the book fair and heckle. Is that how you spell heckle? Do book fairs have hecklers? Maybe I'll start a trend.

2. I once saw a check, written out in someone's handwriting on a normal small check, for one million dollars. Like, they didn't even type this check. It was like a normal person would pay their gas bill. I also told a guy once that he owed the government $600,000 and watched him whip out a check book and write it on the spot. He didn't even blink when I told him the amount. I was expecting an aneurysm. (I know I spelled that wrong, but I'm too lazy to look it up). Or, at the least, I was expecting he'd have to move some money around before he could write a check like that.

3. This old guy that works here just came up to me and asked how he could get goggles. I was like, "What?...oh...wait...do you mean Google?" He said, "Yeah, Google." So, I had to write the URL on a piece of paper for him. You may ask how I knew he meant Google from goggles. Well, that's because he asked me how to "get the googles. You know, the software program," once. And after a lot of back and forth I realized he wanted Google, the search engine. I wish you worked here. You could write a helluva post on him.