I had a blast at my 12/30 book signing at The Book House in Albany, NY. I had imagined a book signing to be dreadful task where the author sits around like the Maytag repairman (my younger readers probably won't get that reference), but I had a good turnout and we actually had a lot of fun. Probably because I served alcohol.

Wait, what kind of wine and beer is that?

Another thing that spices up a boring book signing: cleavage.

I'm not sure anyone really needs to see 52-year-old cleavage, but since I didn't grow boobs until I was 30, that means I have the rack of a 22-year-old.
Thanks to all who came out to say hello!
1 comments:
Lol, 22 years old. Must begin showing cleavage...congratulations on the book signing -- savor these moments!
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