|Thanks Gwynnie Bee for the dress!|
When I started planning the party back in October, I had zero idea how many people to expect. Later I found out it was the same weekend as the American Library Association's Midwinter conference, which meant lots of my professional colleagues and co-workers wouldn't be able to attend, and then, of course, Trump won the election and it was inauguration weekend and so many of my fierce feminist friends were marching.
But we still ended up with a good turnout: both BC and Sissy told me they counted about 50 people. I also expected many people to have pre-ordered the book but, nope, I ended up selling (and signing!) a whole bunch.
I also gave a reading from the book and then spent the rest of the time just mingling.
It was such a surreal experience because it really was this gigantic intersection of so many different people in my life: family, friends, co-workers, and peers. Some people I hadn't seen in years, like my college roommate Megan (oh, yes, the same one in the book) but the absolute biggest surprise was seeing my old yoga instructor Jessica. Y'all remember Jessica? Oh man, it was so good seeing her and, honestly, when I looked up from the table I didn't recognize her at first -- or, well, I guess my brain didn't immediately process that it was her because it had been so long.
(It also reminded me how much I miss having a weekly yoga practice. I still get yoga in sometimes but I'm nowhere near as dedicated as I was when I first started five years ago.)
Love from the ashes,