I'm trying to meet a friend this afternoon for coffee. Depending on how his schedule pans out, we might meet in town --- which would put me close enough to Borders that I could pop in for the Neil Gaiman talk and signing --- or it might be somewhere close to work --- which would put me close enough to East Coast Park for my middle-of-the-week run.
None of this uncertainty is my friend's fault. We've been trying to meet for weeks, and he's got a crazy schedule while I have a relatively more flexible one. I'll be happy if we're able to meet at all.
Which means that in addition to all the usual crap I tote around, I'm also carrying:
- A hardcover copy of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, in the event that I go for the signing;
- My running gear and shoes, in the event that coffee is cancelled or obtained somewhere near work;
- Elaine Showalter's Inventing Herself, which I'm currently in the middle of and which I should have time to read, wherever we end up going for coffee.
If we still had a car, I could toss all this into the trunk, no problem. Instead, I've got one large satchel, one paper bag for the Gaiman (so that it doesn't get dented, as it likely would be in the satchel) and one shoe bag for the running shoes.
Dammit.
Updated as at 10:50 am:
Coffee has been confirmed at Wheelock Place, so it looks like the gods want me at the Gaiman signing after all.
4 Comments:
and you can just drop all your running gear at work and go running tomorrow instead!
"...looks like the gods want me at the Gaiman signing after all..."
American Gods?
Hooyah... my Gaiman-mad friend is doing Borders as well, after already scored at Cineleisure *and* Kinokuniya. Happy waiting is all I hafta say!
Ru --- That's the plan.
Terz --- I dunno which gods wanted me there, but there I was.
cour marly --- I waited only an hour, and that was just to keep a friend company.
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