This afternoon I beat the traffic and headed up to Baltimore to hear one of my all-time favorite authors speak about his new book and some other great things to be apart of, like The Mentoring Project. It was well worth the $7 round-trip (says my GPS) to get there:) I enjoy reading and devouring Don Miller's work, so excited doesn't truly describe how I felt earlier today.
He writes well and I was confident he would also speak well, so I arrived with my journal…and here's my prelude…
I'm sitting in a Presbyterian church. It's pretty and uncomfortable. My back's been aching too much today…after 8 days of being pain-free. I thought this was gone, but I guess not completely. Anyway, the pews in this church are hard. Sure, there's pew-length-long foam cushions, but they don't offer much-plus they move. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying. Leave me here long enough and I will surely find 300 things to critique…which is why I'll just amuse myself with my own writing instead…and I'll start reading Don's book for the 2nd time this month. It's worth reading once a month, but twice during the first one for sure.
…This older gentleman in a suit keeps walking people down the aisle to one of the doors to the side of the stage. I think he's taking them to the bathroom, since it's obviously the way to the rest of the building (the entrance was just the entrance). I'm not feeling super well and want to know where the bathroom is, but I'm afraid that I already know. So, what if I have to go while Don is speaking?
*I just realized that Colbie Callait is playing in the speakers. I love that. Do I need to explain why? I mean, they could be playing Rebecca St. James, which would be fine, but expected. I didn't expect Colbie. 🙂
Yea, so I'm nervous that I'll have to go while my favorite hero author guy is speaking. Could I let him know ahead of time-or slip him a note as I walk past him to exit to the john?
Sorry, Don. I really want to hear the whole thing, but the greasy pizza from Mamma Cucina's is not completely agreeing with my insides right now. Believe me, it would be a ton worse if I didn't go right now. You might just want to trust me on this one.
Your Biggest Fan,
The Cute Redhead in the 5th Row
One of the things that makes this church a little uncomfortable for me is that there's only one entrance/exit to each pew. I can see that they were trying to conserve aisle space, but it's just so awkward. I'm sitting on the end (due to said problem earlier), in the 5th row, and I know that people would love to take up more of this pew, but they feel weird asking if they can hop over me to sit on the other side of me. I certainly cannot offer to move in through, not now.
…And now my biggest fear is confirmed…"Sir, excuse me. Can you point me in the direction of the restrooms?" "Do you wanna go now?" "No." "Okay, you go through those doors, to the left, down the stairs. Go down the right hallway, take the next left, do 16 jumping jacks and 40 pushups, and it'll be on the right."…or was that "up the stairs?" Great, so not only will I have to disrupt my favorite author, just to go potty, but I'll also miss half the talk because I won't be able to find the bathroom! Maybe I should ask for a map. Or perhaps I should update my FB status right now to ask all of my Christian friends to pray that I don't have to go to the bathroom for the next 3 1/2 hours.
Finally-2 cool people just sat next to me. The guy made a joke about the doors on the pews. Did I mention that? The pews have doors on them. Do they not want people to leave? Do you have to hand in your tithe before they'll let you out? "No, ma'am. I'm sorry…that was only 9%. The pew door is staying closed until you cough up the rest." Why do I feel like trying to be a comedian tonight? And why do I sound so cynical? I'm not really, I'm just super intrigued by this church…But I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that Donald Miller inspires me to write-good, bad, ugly-the guy inspires me to be real with my thoughts-even the ones that don't have a chance of coming through as super-holy. Hmm.
Ah, we're so close to starting…
So there you have it. My prelude. These were my thoughts as I sat in the very pretty church, waiting for the man-writer of my dreams Donald Miller, to come out!
I have to do a plug for Susan Isaacs, too, though. She had about 15 minutes on stage before Don came out, and she's just as gut-wrenchingly raw and honest as he is. She's the female version of him. I absolutely loved listening to her and truly look forward to buying her book, Angry Conversations with God, as well. I am working on my honesty too-beyond, "Yes, I really do like your hair. It looks great.":) Susan will challenge me with this. I encourage you to check out both of the books I've mentioned…and then read them twice.
How could I almost forget to mention this? So I'm totally starstruck by this guy, for dumb reasons because I know he's just normal…but the whole time he's talking I'm all excited about the thought of getting my book signed by him, and I'm trying to come up with the best thing to say when I go up and meet him. So what did I say? I get to the table, 4 things in my head to choose from and…"Thanks!" That was it. My big moment to say whatever I wanted and I said, "Thanks!" And I didn't even break out my camera. :(