I am very fancy and I attend book signings. Of cable TV and internet celebrities. But still.

The nice thing about living next to a park (that I wouldn't spend any time in unless I was looking to buy and/or do drugs) is that it's easy to spot my apartment in arial shots of the city like this one:

I love Dooce and all, but the airport is several miles ouside of San Francisco and honestly, I'd be hard pressed to remember ever seeing a commercial airplane flying over the city proper. I'm probably wrong, but what?

Related:

I went to the Dooce book signing last week and daaaaaaaaaaaamn that woman was a trooper. She was super pregnant but was also looking super fierce in a chic dress and some definite CFM shoes that she may very well have been wearing at the time of conception.

I dorked out though and didn't get a picture with her, unlike two of my other compadres Sassy Sarah and Sunol Steph. The angle would not have been fatty-friendly and in order to avoid being a denim-clad beast hovering over the pretty pregnant lady I would have had to complete a squatting maneuver but a quick calculation told me that my skirt + the lack of a table cloth on the table she was sitting behind would not turn out well for the people in the front row of chairs.

So alls I have to show for it is this hastily-taken and excessively blurry shot of someone who, you'll have to trust me on this, is THE Heather Armstrong of Dooce fame:

And also proof that the woman in front of me has pierced ears.

Fun Facts:

1. Sassy Sarah is the first of my friends to actually meet SIL Sarah. She's no Snuffaluffagus!

2. Bree, my BFF from kindergarten, was also there and I finally got to meet her not-so-new baby!