The Famous Author celebrated last night, and of course I had to join in. Bombay gin martini, up, with an olive? Ooh, that sounds good. I'll have one, too. Or was it one, two, three? Who can remember?
Wonder what we were celebrating? The book signing in Valencia was fun, but not what you'd call a rousing success. TFA snagged four new readers, and a couple of good prospects, including a young couple with more metal on their face than those Greek warriors in the movie "300," but most of the time in Border's was spent asking people if they liked mysteries.
"Sure, I like mysteries," said one middle-aged woman. "But what I really want to know is, where's the bathroom?"