My friend Adela and I went to Chester County Book and Music Company today to meet Ree Drummond, or as she is more commonly know, The Pioneer Woman. I have been reading Pioneer Woman's blog for a few years now and was tickled pink when I heard she was writing a cookbook. Of course when I heard she was going to be coming within hours of me I jumped at the chance to go. So this morning I got up at 5:30, got ready, and Adela and I were off on our PW adventure. As we were beginning our trip we saw a salt truck. We both thought it was odd as it wasn't snowing, and it wasn't raining. (If only I had stayed up to watch the weather...) So we didn't really think anything of it, but about an hour and a half into the trip started seeing cars driving down the road with their hazards. Then more. Then an accident. Then another. Then another. Then another. By this time I am barely crawling down the road-especially after my brief fish-tail experience. All in all we counted 10 accidents, 11 if you double the accident where a van had actually overturned. It was that bad. We made it to the toll booth and commented on how bad it was and hear that we were probably the last car to come through because a semi had overturned. We were very, very lucky.
So we got to the bookstore and to our surprise, there weren't thousands of people waiting in line. Huh. Oh well. We got our numbers, claimed our seats in the second row and went to eat brunch. It was 10:30 by that point. The signing started at 2:30. We finished breakfast and went to a few stores where I noticed my eyes were as bloodshot as I have ever seen them. No more contacts for me.
We came back to the bookstore-a few more people, then walked around some more. While looking at a very cool big sibling book by Amy Krouse Rosenthal, I got a terribly paper cut in between my thumb and index finger. Ouch.
A few more hours of waiting and then YEA! She was right in front of me! Every single bit as funny as you would think, and dimples for days. She even did her Ethel Merman impersonation. And I asked a question. "When will you be on Oprah?" And I didn't even sound like Minnie Mouse. :) I think my favorite part was her slip-up about thinking she couldn't home-school because she didn't wear...she stopped herself. "I don't want to say it just in case anyone is wearing a denim jumper in the audience."
Adela and I got to be in the third group to be signed (by that time there were a couple hundred people) so we were in quickly. I just asked her to write something witty :)
Suddenly we were done. Just like that. So we were off-attempting to find a scrapbook store (we ended up at someone's house somehow) so we decided to just call it a day and come home. It was a pretty uneventful trip home-Adela kept me occupied with random songs from my ipod. And then, at last, we were home-oh FOG! There was also horrible fog. We got our stuff, got out of the car and said goodbye. Suddenly I hear a "Whoo!" and see Adela flying up in the air. Then, somehow quite quickly and mysteriously, my feet were no longer under me and I was flying up in the air. I slammed my head against my brick house and landed on my bum. And my hand. Hard.
So. Let's recap. Tired back and hands from gripping the steering wheel for the last 1/2 hour of our journey. Paper cut. Sore hand, bruise on bum, and lump size of Mt. Rushmore on head. What I will do to meet thee, Ree. I guarantee I will never forget meeting you...