A very good contender for Best Day Ever.
This, of course, is me with Garry Trudeau, the reclusive author of Doonesbury. I am getting him to sign a copy of the first Doonesbury anthology from 1975. Photo by the resourceful Kerry.
The audience for his talk was strikingly old. I must’ve been one of about 20 people in the nearly-full Embassy under the age of 50. The talk was interesting if not fascinating (not enough Q & A), but it was a genuine buzz to meet him. I also picked up some books which were inexpensive, if not cheap… about $10 less each than they would cost from Borders.
As for the rest of the day, I went to a party hosted by some friends of mine who are drunken* half-naked** strippers***.
Boo, and indeed, yah.
The highlight of my day, apart from meeting one of my personal heroes, was having an extraordinary woman proudly quote one of my cartoons at length without realising that I’d written it.
“Oh” I said. “I think that’s one of mine.”
*Sporadically
**Frequently
***Professionally
