Date: 2008-05-04 20:28 Subject: On tour and loving it Security: Public Tags: interviews

So yesterday morning at oh-dark-thirty Jim Freund picked me up in front of my hotel and we drove down to the bottom of the island and he interviewed me for his radio show, Hour of the Wolf, on WBAI.   A grand time was had by me, and I think by Jim, too.  We had call-in callers, too, and NOT ONE of them asked me where I get my ideas, hur hur, or if my husband minds me writing sexy books, hur hur.   New Yorkers are supposed to be uncivil, but I've met only supernice folks so far.  Soon Jim will post a link on his site for the interview.

This morning I slept until NINE O'CLOCK.  It felt great.

Today, Ling Ma (coolness maven at  VenusZine and Index Magazine) and I went to Century 21 and "did" the store.  I think we missed the perfume department, but that was about all we missed.  I bought a black jacket with subtle sparkles in it and a black tank with silver bling, to go with my new glasses.   Ling bought one of those beach-pinstripey sack bags with a big graphic smileyface on one side and a big toothy frowneyface on the other, plus pinstripe bows.   The handbag department at C21 is mind-boggling.  She almost got something by Gysten, an $800 bag, for a mere $295.  Acting on instructions, I played the angel on her shoulder and dragged her back.  Here's a link to one of her odd, fun stories.

Then Ling dragged me up to SoHo for a crawl through all the really hip stores, almost none of whose names I can recall except for Yellow Rat Bastard, which greatly entertained.  Good thugwear, plus some tempting shoelaces with skulls in pink ribbons on an argyle background from, who knew, a Chicago company.  (We derby girls obsess about shoelaces.  I'm still looking for some 72" pink and brown laces in wide-width.  No luck so far.  Let me know if you find any!  Also some brown or at least really weird & wild fishnets.) 

My feet were so beat, I couldn't face skating this evening, so I walked over to the Borders at Columbus Circle, signed stock & chatted with the booksellers, bought Isabel Sharpe's new Blaze novel, Forbidden Fantasies, a quart of strawberries, a chunk of chevre, and a banana, and ate and read on a park bench until it got chilly. 

Tomorrow I hit more bookstores, skate in the park again, and in the evening I'm going up to the Barnes & Noble north of here somewhere to a book launch do by a gal I met in the pool.  (I meet a lot of cool people in the pool.)  Her name is Joan Wile, and she wrote a book called Grandmothers Against the War: Getting Off Our Fannies and Standing Up for Peace, which is just out this week.  I'll report on that later.

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