Wednesday, May 2, 2012
The culture vulture's incessant barking
Dah-lings, tonight I'm going to see David Sedaris at UCLA. Every year I buy one ticket to a Writers Word series. I've splurged like this for at least seven or so years, and my seat is third row, center, right end. I know -- it's weird to do this by yourself, but I don't have many real-life friends who love the poetry and the literature like me, and The Husband is from Switzerland, prone to falling asleep at events like these given the workout he gets from The Mistress. Besides, from my high-falutin' seat, I can literally see the writers' pores if I squint, and when I heard John Updike several years ago, I nearly jumped in his lap I fell so in love. Sedaris comes every year, and with the possible exception of one year when he was more caustic than funny, I have rocked in my seat with laughter, holding my stomach, nearly in tears every time. After The Exorcist, a lot of laughter will be a good thing.
Sometimes, there's an empty seat right next to me on the aisle. If you're in the area, come sit and laugh with me.