DAVE WHITE REPORTS ON EDGAR WEEK: The Edgar Banquet
So the Edgars are over. And any other website you go to you'll get the winners and the losers.
But not here.
Here I'm going to tell you everything else. (Currently, my jaw really hurts (seriously). I think I was gritting my teeth without even knowing because I was afraid to say anything stupid. As you will see from the following, gritting my teeth did not help.)
-Duane Swierczynski and I drove into the city together. Got to the Hyatt ridiculously early and made small talk at the bar.
-Bryon showed up. I gave him an ARC. His name held a typo in the acknowledgements. Instead of coat checking his coat, he coat checked the ARC. Seriously.
-Sat with lots of people, Sarah, Mary, Lee, Chris, Maggie, Bill, Mrs. Bill, Bryon. Fun times.
-Gave Lee Yankees score updates. Not good.
-The faux pas to end all author faux pas. Went into the bathroom. Using the urinal. Stall behind me opens up. I see someone and think it's Sean Doolittle. Say "Hi, Shhhh." It's Harlan Coben. I shut up. Harlan says "Hey, how's it going?" High tails it out of there. I would have too. I'm an idiot. Lesson here? Don't talk to anyone while at the urinal.
-See Reed Coleman in the bathroom. He refuses to shake my hand. I don't blame him.
-Text messaging while in the bathroom. Some guy at the urinal next to me tells me that's hilarious, then says "Like pissing isn't annoying enough."
-Really, I wasn't in the bathroom the WHOLE night.
-Quote of the night. "Hey Dave, have you seen Al Roker?" (Maggie Griffin, during cocktail hour.)
-Lots of free book swag. Very nice.
-Stephen King is a good speaker. Fun stuff.
-Charles Ardai won. Bill Crider didn't. I was both happy and sad.
-Laura Lippman is still amazingly cool.
-Duane, Sarah, and I got to talk to Donald Westlake. Duane was very excited. At the same time, I have no idea I'm standing behind Donald Westlake and am more excited about the free books. Duane gives me the ensuing look. I am an idiot.
("ENSUING LOOK" REMOVED AT REQUEST OF MENTOR)
-All in all a successful night. Though Bryon got the Denise Mina paperback I wanted.
Damn it.
-Apparently, being finished before 10, it was the shortest Edgars ever.
-The Chicken wasn't that bad.
-Text message exchange of the night. Me: "I touched Stephen King's chair while he was in it. Oh man." Christina: "Very cool. How long before security escorts you out of the building?"
But not here.
Here I'm going to tell you everything else. (Currently, my jaw really hurts (seriously). I think I was gritting my teeth without even knowing because I was afraid to say anything stupid. As you will see from the following, gritting my teeth did not help.)
-Duane Swierczynski and I drove into the city together. Got to the Hyatt ridiculously early and made small talk at the bar.
-Bryon showed up. I gave him an ARC. His name held a typo in the acknowledgements. Instead of coat checking his coat, he coat checked the ARC. Seriously.
-Sat with lots of people, Sarah, Mary, Lee, Chris, Maggie, Bill, Mrs. Bill, Bryon. Fun times.
-Gave Lee Yankees score updates. Not good.
-The faux pas to end all author faux pas. Went into the bathroom. Using the urinal. Stall behind me opens up. I see someone and think it's Sean Doolittle. Say "Hi, Shhhh." It's Harlan Coben. I shut up. Harlan says "Hey, how's it going?" High tails it out of there. I would have too. I'm an idiot. Lesson here? Don't talk to anyone while at the urinal.
-See Reed Coleman in the bathroom. He refuses to shake my hand. I don't blame him.
-Text messaging while in the bathroom. Some guy at the urinal next to me tells me that's hilarious, then says "Like pissing isn't annoying enough."
-Really, I wasn't in the bathroom the WHOLE night.
-Quote of the night. "Hey Dave, have you seen Al Roker?" (Maggie Griffin, during cocktail hour.)
-Lots of free book swag. Very nice.
-Stephen King is a good speaker. Fun stuff.
-Charles Ardai won. Bill Crider didn't. I was both happy and sad.
-Laura Lippman is still amazingly cool.
-Duane, Sarah, and I got to talk to Donald Westlake. Duane was very excited. At the same time, I have no idea I'm standing behind Donald Westlake and am more excited about the free books. Duane gives me the ensuing look. I am an idiot.
("ENSUING LOOK" REMOVED AT REQUEST OF MENTOR)
-All in all a successful night. Though Bryon got the Denise Mina paperback I wanted.
Damn it.
-Apparently, being finished before 10, it was the shortest Edgars ever.
-The Chicken wasn't that bad.
-Text message exchange of the night. Me: "I touched Stephen King's chair while he was in it. Oh man." Christina: "Very cool. How long before security escorts you out of the building?"
posted by Dave White at 11:00 PM
9 Comments:
It isn't very often that a blog post makes me laugh out loud.....especially not at 8 am, sitting at my desk. Thanks! :o) Sounds like it was a good time.
So, despite your best efforts, you didn't end up in jail.
Nice Work. :)
Now Dave White faux pas stories - THOSE are funny!!!!
and cellooooo - my BFF looks smokin'! niiiice.
Nice review of the evening. Loved Christina's text. She rules.
Glad to know you didn't let us down.
Dude, you're at the urinal. You don't talk at the urinal. It's like fight club, or something. The first rule of urinal club is that you don't talk about urinal club. Somebody asks you a question, you turn to talk to him and now he's gotta get his shoes reshined.
Not that that's ever happened to me, of course.
Well, I didn't think the faux pas sounded so bad. It's not like you peed on him. Of course, Blackmoore is right. Boys don't talk in the john.
Geez, even I know boys aren't supposed to talk in the bathroom.
I don't think folks are getting a sense of the whole Al Roker question. I mean you went around all night talking about it. Well, maybe just part of the night. Once the Harlan Coben situation happened you seemed to forget about Al.
But you did look great in your suit.
Actually, the chicken WAS pretty bad.
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