Well that happened to me today.
Haven Kimmel, baby! At the Provo Public library.
As soon as I got wind that she was going to be the keynote speaker of their literacy symposium I rushed to the library to get me a golden ticket.
Unfortunately they wouldn't give me one because I don't live in Provo.
"But I was raised in Provo!" I told the librarian.
She shook her head.
"But I'm a Bulldog, I promise! I can prove it!" I said as I pulled my pom pons from my purse and started stomp/clapping, We are the bulldogs! We are the best! And WE. WILL. CON. QUER!
"You won't be conquering today because these tickets are for Provo. Residents. Only." she replied.
"But, but, but, I used to skip classes all the time to hide out in your bathroom and read Nancy Drew. Please, please, pretty please,"
"Do you STILL have your library card?" said the librarian.
Sometimes your fate depends on something as simple as a library card. Ever notice that? But I wasn't about to let fate box me out. It's true I no longer have a Provo library card, but I know someone who does. My MIL. It expired in 1971, but they gave her a golden ticket anyway after she explained that she hadn't been to the library since then on account of her freezer being full of romance novels she's trying to finish.
I knew she would come in handy one day.
All due credit to my MIL for getting me in to the symposium, and to Jana Parkin for telling me about it, and to DeNae Handy for coming along.
But mostly all hail to one of my very first blog buddies, I am LoW for turning me on to Haven Kimmel with this darling memior:
Here is Haven Kimmel herself signing it:
(And gee, does my hair look terrific or what?) (Seriously, it could almost pass for a wig.) (Mahalo to Andrea at Dyson Studio in American Fork.)
The best part of the day, besides DeNae getting into a fist fight with Haven Kimmel over the future of Kindle, oh, and besides the artichoke dip, was this little family I adopted. The whole famdamily came out to meet Haven because they had all listened to her books on tape together.
Is that the coolest thing you've ever heard? (And how about my hair?) (Mahalo Andrea!)
They could quote Zippy almost as well as they could quote Nacho Libre.
That's my kind of famdamily.
As if the day wasn't exciting enough, I ran into my creative writing teacher from back and back and back.
For the record, he was also Melanie J's teacher (although I think he preferred me). Sorry MJ. You may have great shoes, but have you seen my hair?