My day in San Francisco was filled with sunshine. I walked down Market, had lunch at a café, and went shopping for a few hours. Then, back to my room (at the Argent Hotel
on Third Street), where I looked out over the city.
When I'm away from home, I spend an inordinate amount of time on the Internet, and so I checked my email. Erica, Holt's superwoman publicist, had sent me an email that said:
"Maureen Corrigan reviewed the book on Fresh Air today!! You can listen here."
Needless to say, I put on my headphones and listened! Fresh Air! Who knew?
About five o'clock, I called a friend who lives in Santa Cruz. He asked how I was going to get to my reading that evening (scheduled at the Capitola Book Café at 7:30), and I told him I'd take a taxi. He laughed and told me that Capitola is an hour and a half south of San Francisco, a little geographical fact that had escaped my attention. So I scrambled to call Erica and we arranged transportation. I jumped into a car and zoomed south, past San Jose.
The reading was packed, standing room only. I was about five minutes late, which may have made me look fashionably disorganized but was actually really disruptive. I'm one of those annoying people who are obsessively on time. In college, I wrote my papers a week before they were due; I can't stand to miss the opening of a film. So I was a bit flustered as I stood up to read.
I shouldn't have been, I guess: The reading went very well. The people of Capitola had lots of questions for me, which I always love. And my step-father's sisters Jyll and Julie had come to see me read and brought flowers. All in all, a lovely evening!