Was in Seattle at Auburn Library Friday night, where @thatnerdchick slipped me some Chipotle to I could dine in my preferred style in the green room:
Then it was a lot of this fun action:
Got back to the room pushing midnight, and wired, had to pack and be ready for my car at 2:30am to get to Austin, hit Luby’s with Eric Vespe and his wife Kelsey:
And, for the first ever (!), I got THIS room at the hotel!
Then it was off to compete in LitCrawl’s horror trivia, where I lucked into the trophy:
Next day, of course it was Chipotle, twice (same one):
And then the main event, but, on the way there . . . um, let me quote myself:
Inside that big Methodist church:
And after, the two-hour signing line:
Which I’d guesstimated for my publicist would be over at 4:30 (we were trying to schedule a plane home . . . ), but, turns out I was slightly wrong:
Then, for a while, it was just me up in the green room—the Texas Monthly offices, I believe. Where I could hang out in the cold wind up on the roof and . . . have a pretty cool view:
Can call this goodbye-one “Self-Portrait of an Artist, Fading Away”:
Anyway, always great, being at this fest. First time I showed up was . . . 2001? 2002? I’d drive down from Lubbock in our junky Jeep Grand Cherokee, sleep on my sister-in-law’s living room floor downtown, walk over to the Capitol grounds, do my panels and tell myself that someday, someday. Last year on stage with Noah Hawley was cool, but this year was just as excellent. Bet I’m back again before too long. Texas, I mean: it’s still home.