SHE WROTE: Moot Goes To The Smithsonian

It's official: Moot is more famous than I am. I went to the Smithsonian and people asked me if they could take a picture of Moot. They practically shoved me out of the way to take a picture of Moot. I'm used to this when I'm with Bob--I have high heel marks in my back from women who have walked over me to take a picture of Bob--but a six inch plastic gator?

I got a late start on the day and didn't get to the Museum of American History until about one. What was I doing there? Little known fact about Bob: As Buffy the Vampire Slayer is to me, Seinfeld is to Bob. And the Museum of American History at the Smithsonian has the Puffy Shirt. I figured they'd have to have a postcard, maybe even puffy shirt reproductions, but nothing. Shameful.

So I took a picture. Here's Moot looking at the Puffy Shirt.



Yes, I did have to explain Moot to the people around me. And you know, there's no way to explain her that doesn't make me look like an idiot.

Then I put Moot back in my bag (those palm tree leaves are not going to make it through the whole tour) and went through the American History Museum and the National Gallery, and I have much to say about that but later, and after that I went to the Ripley Center for the interview.

Pam Regis did the interview and besides being brilliant, she's funny, which is also good. First she interviewed Moot:



Then after Moot's interview, Pam did one with me, and she was brilliant as always, and I don't remember what I said but I'm sure it was insightful or something, and the audience was great, then I did a booksigning and people were wonderful and gave me things. Kathryn, the chocolates are delicious which I know because I'm snarfing them as I type (and HELLO, one of them has alcohol in it; excellent). Meagan gave me a beautiful scarf from Uzbekistan, and a hat for Bob which is also beautiful. And somebody (and DAMN I have forgotten who so please post in the comments and tell me) gave me coupons for Krispy Kremes. THANK YOU!

Then the Cherries wanted a group picture and insisted Moot be in it, and then I went to dinner with the WRW folks and THEY wanted her in the picture. This isn't something I'm pushing on people, they're ASKING for her. A six-inch plastic alligator has developed her own fan club. So I'm thinking maybe my playful little "He'll be like those traveling gnomes!" may be getting out of hand.

There is much more to say, but now I must go pack which is not going to be easy because while I was at the American History Museum and the National Gallery, I shopped. If there had been a puffy shirt there, I'd have bought it. I'm sure I'll find a way to get all of this stuff in the carry on. Probably.

So I want to thank the Smithsonian for a great event and everybody who came for coming and asking such great questions and laughing in all the right places. But the big news of the evening is that Bob and I don't have to tour at all this year.

We'll just send Moot.