i woke up at 4:30 in the morning to line up for Neil Gaiman’s last book signing in gateway yesterday.
hardcore, i know. i asked jake to pass my plate for me so i could skip class for this and i’m glad i did.
after hours of waiting, there were finally just about 3-5 people in line front of me. Neil looks up from signing, scans the line, looks at me and grins.
“oh, hello again.”
OMG! he remembers me!
i hand him a rather hastily gift-wrapped bottle of eficascent oil and tell him it’s for when his arm gets sore.
god, this guy can smile.
he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek.
and the staff didn’t get a shot of it! all they got were pictures of me talking to him. bloody hell.
as he was leaving gateway, the crowd cheers him on and starts edging closer to touch him or whatever. i held back, not wanting to be part of a potentially dangerous mob and Neil Gaiman reached out to me for a split-second-pseudo-handshake.
i wan’t even trying to get his attention, but i got it anyway.
that man hasn’t got a shred of arrogance in him. he has every right to, but he doesn’t.
i want him to be my ninong. 🙂
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