After interviewing and going to the IMA, I walked over to Buena Vista, a new place on the north part of Lake Union. It is in that weird hidden vaguely industrial part of the not quite U-district or Wallingford area. Perhaps even in the former location of the doomed Kalakala. I missed happy hour prices and spent something like twenty dollars for a mediocre mojito and half of an artichoke. Stupid.
I probably could have paid slightly less, but Jeff and I needed to leave the happy hour early to Elliott Bay to see David Sedaris and I didn't want to figure out the correct change. The bookstore was packed, but we were lucky enough to have tickets. Not exactly luck, since Jeff had to go pick them up on a Saturday morning earlier in the month. While we were waiting for the reading, David Sedaris walked up and asked to sign our books. Given the inevitably huge post-reading booksigning line, this was incredibly nice. Not to mention the coolness of author asking to sign a book instead of the other way around.
As expected, the reading was very funny. He read a story from his book ("Blood Work" which concerned a mix-up regarding an erotic cleaning service and the code word FIRE ISLAND), several entries from his diary (he has kept one per season for the past four years), answered questions, and endorsed Random Family [amazon] by but did not sing. He said some good things about the joy of seeing his stories in the New Yorker and about keeping a journal, but I'm horrible with dialog.
Back at home, I finally watched something from my neglected NetFlix stack. Dirty Pretty Things, really wasn't good enough to justify having it checked out for over a month.
Today has been uneventful. I'm going to see Garden State tonight. I think that it was the promotional aloe hand sanitizer handed out at Coachella that motivated my selection of this film. A de-griming product to promote a movie about New Jersey is too brilliant to resist.