My publisher just sent the galleys for BACK TALK. (fyi: galleys are just an uncorrected, bound copy of the book for editing). Here is a picture of my muy gorgiouso kitten, Penny, avidly reading it for the first time. She loves it! Anyway, I was so freaking ecstatic when I got it. That means my book is really and truly going to be published! Holy shit! I haven’t taken it out of my bag since I got it—you know, just in case I run into someone I know on the street, I can whip out this copy to show them! It’s awesome. It’s even got my headshot on the back! Some think it’s a very unflattering picture, but it’s too late to change, so I’m trying to rise above it. You can judge for yourselves when you (i hope) buy a copy in July!!
Anyway. I’m totally psyched. In other news (now, this is really big, folks, so hold tight). I’m going to the Columbia Physics department BBQ this afternoon. I know, I know. “AWESOME.” That’s what you get for marrying I dork, I guess. So, what does one wear to a physics BBQ? Something slutty to make all the uber nerds drool? Actually, it’s a little too cold for something slutty, so I’ll probably just rock some skinny jeans and a T-shirt—gotta show off my newly buffed/rehydrated spa-body!
Speaking of jeans, can I take a vote? How many of you plan on rockin’ the high waisted jeans? I love fashion, but I think the new trend of high waisted jeans is a cruel, cruel joke. Did all the designers go out for drinks one night and ask “What can we do to make the skinny girls look fat, and the voluptuous girls look even fatter?” And after a few tequila shots, Stella McCartney et al said “I know! Mom jeans!” Very few women can get away with this look, but more power to ya, ladies! I’ll just be over here in the corner in my “muffin top”/”shovel butt” jeans. I don’t know why I’m so against it. Mom jeans are probably really really comfortable.
On a side note, when I was googling images of high waisted jeans, I found this picture of Kelly Kapowski. Who here remembers Saved By The Bell? God, I used to love that show. Especially the episode where Jessie got addicted to caffiene pills and had a breakdown, singing “I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I’m so… scared!” Genius.
PS–Veronica Mars last night was awesome. Not “season 1” worthy, but funny and sly nonetheless. And VM’s just so damn cute, I can’t help loving her!