I am SO shy. I am shy and socially awkward. In fact, it would be better for everyone if the only place I ever was, was where people are not.
That said, The Pioneer Woman came to town today and I was not about to miss it. So I packed up myself and my crippling insecurity, spent way too much time contemplating an outfit, actually put on make-up, got all Spanx’d up and drove to Portland to meet her.
I took an entire half-day off work.
Portland is a great town, and I really don’t get there as much as I’d like. The book signing was at Powell’s in Beaverton, which is Portland sprawl to the west. I stopped at Washington Square to check the Disney Store for treasures (bribes) and to browse through Williams-Sonoma and Pottery Barn without my kids whining at me to come on already. My next stop was Art Media, a place I probably haven’t visited since I was a student at Portland State. It’s a cool store, but they were out of Yupo (have I started a trend?) so I moved on.
I met my friend at Starbucks, and luckily it was the right one. This is Portland, after all. From the stoplight at Powell’s I could see three Starbucks.
They started giving out tickets for the signing at 4:30, but the line was already well underway. They announced that someone had been there since 10 a.m. I’m not even kidding. I had ticket 110 and last I heard, they stopped handing out tickets at number 375 and everyone else just had to fend for themselves.
We sat in the back. I’m claustrophobic.
I waited patiently with my cookbooks on my lap. I brought Ree a pendant with the Charlie painting on it (secret: it’s what I send my clients as a thank-you if they order a large portrait!)
I started to fidget.
Ree came in through the back of the store, but I don’t have a photo of that. I also don’t have a photo of her impersonating Ethel Merman, giving life advice to soon-to-be college graduates or calling Reese Witherspoon “blonde, petite and narrow.”
But that all happened.
Okay, this is the part where I turn into a complete idiot. I probably blushed. I know I stammered. I walked up and said, “I’m Rachael. The one who painted Charlie?” And instead of calling security she stood up and gave me a hug.
And then I asked the person in line behind me to take a picture of us with my camera. And then Ree asked the same person to take a picture of us with her camera. I’m glad she’s good at Photoshop.
When I got home, my kids greeted me with, “what did you bring us?” I tossed some kettle corn in their direction, but H spotted the cookbook. The girl who only eats carbs unsurprisingly flipped right to the Twice Baked Potato recipe and squealed. My husband asked suspiciously if it was a vegetarian cookbook and I assured him that no, it is filled with meat, butter and bacon recipes. He was pleased.