Photo submitted by Scott Lunt, who took it before he found out about Sedaris’ no-photo rule.
"Does your mom have any tattoos?" writer David Sedaris asked me when I got to the front of the meet-n-greet line at 11:35 p.m. Monday night at Northern Lights Books & Gifts in Canal Park.
It had been a long night. More than five hours in line to see the humor essayist. And when I left, there were at least 45 people still in line. Around 11 p.m., people started going a little stir crazy. The girl in line behind me was browsing the store’s gift section and talking to herself; the girl in front of me was playing MP3s aloud on her iPhone. I felt like I was getting bedsores on the soles of my feet.
Some people had ditched out for awhile to hit Little Angie’s, others took a break at Thai Krathong.
Sedaris signed books and chatted with everyone individually for about five minutes. I bet that it all went until about 1 a.m., which is good. I was worried we wouldn’t even get close to Sedaris’ 9-hour book-singing record. I think seven hours is not too shabby.
I can’t tell you what we talked about. It’s not confidental. It’s just that I can’t remember the last time I actually blushed. As for his inscription in my book:
Pretty tame, considering. Copy editor Kelli Baxter got a good one. Something about curing diabetes by flossing with yarn. My favorite, though, was a picture Sedaris drew of a turtle with Abraham Lincoln’s head.
And, no, my mom does not have a tattoo. As far as I know.