Part II, states of literary satisfaction

So, we made it in time, found the venue and saw David Sedaris read some new stories. Got a preview of his upcoming (perhaps now published) New Yorker piece. He's a very entertaining and comfortable speaker, but some people left after his first long piece, all offended and huffy. Who did they think they were coming to see?

Meeting Sedaris was quite fun, since he makes an effort to chat with everyone in the line. He later told the crowd that he livens his signings up by asking questions of every person he signs for. For example: "when was the last time you touched a monkey?". The inscription in my friend's book read "I'm so glad you're alive".

After American-sized portions of burgers and fries (just say no to "jo-jo's") the drive back over the 49th went by fast and painlessly.