"Thanks for coming," I said with a smile as I took my book from her hand.
"You have no idea! I canceled my gynecologist appointment to be here today!"
That pretty much says it all. Thanks LeAnne and Cara for coming to Bryant Park yesterday for the panel discussion and book signing. To Jill, Christie, Caprice, Rebecca, Rachel and a host of others who introduced themselves. It’s restorative for me to meet people who read this blog. It’s a reminder that people actually read it. This might sound, no, this will sound obnoxious, but I don’t give a shit. I was with Alexandra the other day, and I was trying to flag down a cab with little luck. I saw a taken cab pulling over and sprinted for it. "You’ll always move like a New Yorker," Alex said. And we kind of shared a laugh without laughing. I hesitated before opening the cab door. When I lived in New York, I rarely opened someone’s door for them. I thought it came across as invasive. Like, "I’ll open the door when I’m good and ready to come out!" And my opening it for them was some sort of rude impatience. But since living in Austin, I see it differently now. Now it’s just polite. A gesture of kindness. Though it does still say, "Let me help you, while I also help myself." I opened her door as I waved my goodbye to Alexandra.
"Oh my God, you’re Stephanie Klein," the woman getting out of the cab said. "I’m going to your thing in Bryant Park tomorrow." Her name was Deena, and she did come the next day, with her fiancee. And that’s the obnoxious part. You don’t write about stuff like this because it comes across as completely self. Self everything. But for me it was wonderful. It made me realize I never really left New York.