I saw Jenny Lawson (@TheBloggess) and it was awesome

I know "awesome" is overused, but I don't get out much and I saw Jenny in KC tonight with my fabulously funny friend Deborah who possibly introduced me to The Bloggess to begin with and it was AWESOME. This was a book reading, but her blog, as you can tell from the name THE BLOGGESS, should obviously be read as well.

Jenny Lawson in KC, in choir robe obviously

Jenny Lawson in KC, in choir robe obviously

I knew from Twitter that Jenny had had hives earlier and quite obviously did not when she walked out to this lecturn (or whatever the name is for a lecturn-in-a-temple thingy), so my comments were two: "she has got to be high as shit from antihistamines and anxiolytics" and "she stole a choir robe!" (I may or may not have been shushed.)

She began with "I don't know if you've ever taken high-dose Benadryl with anxiety medication, but I feel all floaty" and "I don't know whose robe this is, so I'm totally sorry." I felt vindicated. Then I started laughing and didn't stop for a good hour. "I feel like I could read from a Bible," she said. "Or my book. Really, they're pretty much the same."

Jenny is one of those writers who I read and think, "Why can't I write shit like that?" And she's funny all the time apparently, I mean when not paralyzed with depression and stuff. I'm funny, like, 5% of the time. Which is probably why I can't write shit like that. At any rate, I discovered several important facts at this reading, the most important of which is that ZOMBIES CAN'T SWIM BUT THEY CAN STILL TOTALLY FIND YOU ON THE VAMPIRE SEX ISLAND FROM TWILIGHT.

Runner up: I have a new way of dealing with blog trolls. I am stunned at its brilliance and nearly hope for a troll to try it on. While Deborah and I waited interminably in line for our books to be signed, I told her about how annoying being hate mail--bombed was (she's not a blogger). She did find it amusing that I grade and critique my hate mail, though. (See funny, 5% of time, above.)

Deborah, Jenny, me --- and holy crap, kudos to Jenny for allowing photos and smiling for HOURS. I couldn't do it. 

Deborah, Jenny, me --- and holy crap, kudos to Jenny for allowing photos and smiling for HOURS. I couldn't do it. 

In short, it was a great evening and a great reading, and as my friend M said, "She gives me hope that adulthood doesn't have to be dreary and stuffy." (The quote was actually "you AND SHE give me hope that my 30s don't have to be dreary and stuffy," but I think that was alcohol-induced.) I love success stories. If THIS neurotic blogger with a foul mouth and a weird childhood can make people laugh, it gives people like me hope, you know?

And, I HAVE MY PHOTO WITH THE BLOGGESS. How cool is that?