“How did you survive the other night?” my Media Escort asks the bookstore owner, and immediately I know. “Let me guess,” I say. “David Sedaris?” They groan in happy misery, having been up until 2:00 in the morning for one of his legendarily long book signings. “He’s trying to set a world record,” someone tells me.
Everywhere I go, it seems, David Sedaris has been there before me. And now I discover that he’ll be signing books at Vroman’s Bookstore in Pasadena the night before I’m due there. I can see it now, the fatigued bookstore clerks, the empty store that had been crammed with Sedaris fans only hours before. I am the clean-up crew, following in his wake. It’s a good thing I’m one of his fans.
