Yeah. I saw Bill Bryson. That's who that is. And that grinning idiot next to him is me.
How, you might reasonably ask, did I manage to do this in Arkansas? Well, Mr. Bryson gave a reading at University of Arkansas in Fayetteville. I had no idea that he was visiting. My mom told me the saturday before that I had to get all my homework done because we were going somewhere on Monday. I did so, and we drove for three hours. When we got into the auditorium I was ordered to look down at the floor. I was told afterwords that people were carrying books around for signing. I have excellent self-control, however, and didn't see. I didn't know what was going on until a guy got up and said, "And now, Bill Bryson."
It was great. Unless I sit next to an extremely voluble Emma Thompson on a very long plane flight, it was the high point of my life.
So, that's all for now.
P.S. I am not actually that geeky looking. The, uh, lighting was bad. In real life I am remarkably attractive in an ugly sort of way.