7:00 PM BOOKS-A-MILLION at The Avenue at Peachtree City
258 City Circle, Peachtree City, GA 30269
UPDATE 2: THE VIRTUAL TOUR. Jake at Alabama Booksmith said this was the best Virtual Tour ever. That makes me want to hug you all RIGHT IN THE FACE, oh my Best Beloveds.
The prizes have been mailed EXCEPT bird earrings which should go out today and the two AUDIO CODES which should come to those winners’ email addies this week. If you didn’t get your prize (The paper versions of MoM or the Bridget Arts) let me know. I was on the road and so Scott mailed them, a process co-ordinated by phone, so I want to make sure it all worked out for you and you have been duly and rightfully be-prized.
TRANSCRIPT: My BFF and known genius Lydia Netzer drove over from Virginia to see me at Quail Ridge (That was a GREAT event) and then we went out for a drink and came up with Our All New Plan for Total Self-Improvement, which I have already forgotten.
Not just FAILED TO IMPLEMENT. I do not remember what the plan was. But it was revolutionary and VERY self-improve-y indeed. Probably. Had I remembered it and shared it with you, your life would have been changed to perfection. I do recall that was the goal:Lifely Perfection. We spent a good amount of time as we drove around one of those Carolinas crafting it.
Here is the part of the conversation I do remember, which is not at ALL relevant to having a gooder life, but makes me die of laugh and charm.
Lydia: *NUTSHELLS WHOLE PLAN WHICH IS BRILLIANT AND WHICH NEITHER OF US REMEMBERS NOW*— and we could call it 450 Days to Total Perfection.
Me: 450 days is a long time.
Lydia: Consider the goal. Not IMPROVED. At the end we will be perfect.
Me: It still seems long. Why can’t we do it in a year? That seems tidier and more doable and a new year is about to start.
Lydia: But I like the name 450 Days to Perfection
Me: Well we could still do the name like that instead of 450 we would just call it, um, call it, ummmmmm, call it However Many Days Are in a Year To Perfection.
Lydia: *shoots me this withering glance, like OMG DO YOU EVEN HAVE A BRAIN CELL and says IMMEDIATELY, in her best big, rich, fruity patronizing voice* So we would call it THREE HUNDRED—Three hundred—
And then I see this PANIC in her face as she suddenly can’t remember either. And there is this 4 seconds of TOTAL SILENCE where we sit in the car side-eyeing each other with around 300 IQ points between us AND NO IDEA HOW MANY DAYS ARE IN A YEAR. Then we laughed so hard we almost ran off the road and died.
She is my favorite.