The Real James Patterson
Regular readers know about my ongoing imaginary relationship with James Patterson over the past year, but last week I actually got to meet him. And yes, wine was consumed. At least – it was by me.
Peekaboo divas with James Patterson.
Maybe this is why at the private reception I didn’t let Patterson leave the table without signing all my son’s books. Maybe it’s the reason I boldly asked him to trade his grumpy expression for a smile when I snapped his photo. Maybe it’s why I disregarded the fact that he is one of the most powerful men in publishing and treated him like my own personal writing coach. Maybe Robert Mondavi is the reason I appear to be distracted by shiny objects in all the pictures.
Nah, all that would’ve happened without wine. At least this time he wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. I have the pictures to prove it. And they’re on Facebook, so it must be real.
And James, friend me – k?
by Lela Davidson on October 13, 2009
in It's All About Me
This is totally going to be my life when I finally start dating David Sedaris. Heaven knows he won’t be the first gay guy to eventually, after months of rather confusing behavior, declare his undying…um…desire to just be the kind of friends who don’t call each other or Facebook or acknowldege one another’s existence or stuff like that.
It will be so SWEET!
Totally jealous your dream has pictures! (And for the record, he may be a mega player in the publishing world, but you are far cuter.)