This weekend there was a Chelsea Handler book signing just miles from my house and so I attended accordingly. The signing was organized into groups - me conveniently being in the first group to get my book signed. When I arrived and saw the modest crowd I figured I'd be back home laying on my couch within 20 minutes.(My preferred weekend activity.)
Then at 2pm, the event start time, the following announcement was made to the line;
Neat.
I told myself (and the girl next to me in line who I assumed cared about my personal plans) I'd give it 5 -10 minutes and if she wasn't en route within then, I'd go home and sign the book myself. I mean, it'd be cool to see Chelsea, but not "wait 3 hours" cool.
We received confirmation shortly after that, however, she was en route and would be there in 30 minutes-ish. Because it was a book signing I had reading material for the wait I decided to wait.
I was probably the 4th or 5th person to get my book signed by Chels. Here's the play-by-play of our interaction;
Chelsea: Hi! How are you?
Me: Good, thanks.
Chelsea: Are you coming to the show tonight?
Me: Uhh, no.....
(Awkwardness silence.)
Me: Good luck though....... (super weird/dumb thing to say)
Chelsea: Okay. Have a good weekend.
End Scene.
I was in and out of the store within, no exaggeration, a minute in a half. It was a well oiled machine so that Chelsea could sign the 100+ books in surely less than 40 minutes. Everyone there had a post-it note inside their book with their name so she wouldn't have to do the whole "what's your name, how do you spell it? jargon.
Chelsea looked good. She looked fresh, skinny, and sober. Her inscription to me did not.
Um...what?
Did any of you go to her show in Houston or any other city? I'd love to hear how it was if so! Talk to me people!











































