my Tuesday evening

[rm]

I've just returned from performing Regency dance at the book release party for naominovik's Victory of Eagles, held at The Explorer's Club.

Under any other circumstances that would be the totality of the story in and of itself. But, of course, my life is not like that.

For one thing, they had a stuffed polar bear that roars when you touch its claw.

For another, I'd forgotten that Naomi's husband is a mystery author and there was a joint party for his book as well. Which, since it's all hard-boiled noir stuff meant that there was a moment where I was standing at parade rest (it makes me look less hip-y) in Regency men's formal wear, watching a really hot torch singer sing Fever. My brain has never come closer to exploding.

But it was a lovely affair and we did good and the book looks awesome, and seriously, HOW COOL IS ALL OF THAT?

Tres cool.

Photos and write-up:
http://igallo.blogspot.com/2008/07/naomi-novik-and-charles-ardai-book.html
(that's Naomi on my arm). Thanks to marchek for the find.

Comments

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I always think of that sort of phrase as regards public success, and this really hasn't particularly been that sort of year (although I suppose the public appearances of a type), but I know what you mean. I find I have a lot to say and don't want to talk about it. I guess the short answer is that one stories save your life, they never stop saving it.