Anne Rice Book Signing @ Vroman's

Once you go vampire, you can't go back. Clearly the case for the lady still haunted by an interview she gave over 34 years ago. It's been nearly a decade since best-selling author Anne Rice sharpened the fang that made her famous, and subsequently converted to penning Christian fiction for the new millenium, the latest being Angel Time the first of the Songs of the Seraphim series. Rice may have traded in her blasphemous fangs for a pair of beatific wings, but minx still managed to run off with my virtue last Saturday if you can believe it.

She was my first book signing.

The queue.

That's me in the blue sandwiched between the Lesley Ann Warren doppelganger (scrunchie), her scary looking relative who likes to play Monopoly, and the man with the cell phone holding a pose I only HOPE to emulate one day.

There I am again, I love the camera, can't you tell? This elderly couple I loved because the woman was one classy bitch. Just LOOK at her. And you know humble husband CREAMS his diapers because it's such a turn on. He kept wandering off, so I had to help her with their bags at one point, and when he came back she spewed some homebrewed venom at him like nobody's business.

CB:

"WHERE were you! Hmm? This lovely young lady had to help me with the bags. You were nowhere in sight. WHERE WERE YOU!"

HH: "I...I..."

Me: "Well? Where were you?"

The minx herself. She thought my name was lovely.

Like many first times, it was awkward and maybe a little uncomfortable, but I'm glad I waited. I mean, come on. It's not everyday you get to stand in line for a fangbang in Pasadena.

P.S. I have a signed copy of Angel Time for whoever wants it. Poor thing.