Well, look at that: The universe, noting that I’d posted a cranky missive about literary awards, has chosen to mock me. In short, I’ve been invited to attend the Edgar Awards Banquet.
Note: I’m not attending in any official capacity. There’s no award for me, and from what I can tell most everyone else involved has no idea who I am. I’m going as a guest of my agent. Wherever there is an open bar, my agent works hard to get me invited. What’s stunning about this is that the banquet is black tie optional. My agent seriously advised me to wear a tuxedo, if I owned one.
Let’s all enjoy that moment: Someone thought I owned a tuxedo.
Anyway, I’ll be there on the 29th, trying hard to look respectable and probably discovering that the bartenders have a photo of me taped up behind the bar, with the words UNDER NO CIRUMSTANCES EVER SERVE THIS MAN written under it in black marker. I hope the universe is amused.
I don’t think you own a TUXEDO, but I do think you own a tuxedo JACKET. I doubt you own the pants 😉
Tez, your faith in my wardrobe is charming. I wear the same pair of pants everywhere in public. Saves time and money when I inevitably lose them.
Oh, don’t worry about being caught by the bartenders. With your luck, you’ll be mistaken for William Gibson, and you’ll spend the entire night alternating between being juiced to the gills and being bored to death. “Man, Idoru was just incredible, man! You need to write a sequel!”
Since I am the center of the universe, and I am amused, mission accomplished.
Also, I put you down as Sean Ferrell on the RSVP list.
Hell, Janet assumed I wore something besides overalls.
Dana, First off–congrats! Second off, if you agree to wear overalls to the Edgars, I will wear, er, nothing.
Thanks, Jeff! And, sorry, mate: I’ve decided Osh-Kosh doesn’t go with Jimmy Choo. Pants on, and see you at the CRIMES BY MOONLIGHT launch.