Chicago readers with champagne and books at Jayson Home!
First of all I have to say, I love my husband…but last night I almost murdered him.
Over the weekend I upgraded to the iPhone 6 since my 5’s battery would last about an hour before it would die. Andrew insisted he backed up my phone (and all it’s photos) on my computer before we brought it in to sell- and have the hard drive wiped. I believed him. (Cue foreboding Jaws music…)
Cut to me opening my laptop to blog about our Chicago trip and come to find out- the backup did not work and he had not checked to make sure. All my photos are GONE. GONE! I managed to not have a cerebral hemorrhage right then and there, but the anger is stewing. Yet another example of why my micro-managing of life is for a good reason (ahem!!!)
He took a couple of the Jayson party on his own phone, but I guess I will use this opportunity to share our thoughts on this tour as a whole (mine AND Andrew’s). You know, when life gives you lemons…..chuck them at your husband’s head for losing 57 videos of your dogs howling.
First, a little fashion. I went a bit more casual for Chicago with a jeans, heels blazer look made more festive by a fun sequin cami (a good option for holiday time too!) I had forgotten all my jewelry on my dresser at home (oops) so the big chandelier earrings I had planned didn’t happen (but a quick stop into Loft next door to Jayson at least helped me out with a cool bracelet!)
OK, now onto the deeper stuff.
In the weeks leading up to the tour I was a bit anxious. I tend to be an “anticipator” (or so my shrink tells me) and my anxiety is greatest before a nerve wracking event. To say the concept of a national book tour was “nerve wracking” was an understatement. I was worried about what to wear, what to say and of course, that no one would show up- just me, a gold Sharpie and a giant stack of unsold books (akin to the whole “showing to school naked” dream).
But two magical things happened- people DID show up, sometimes in droves, and even more amazing- I enjoyed every single minute of this trip.
Yes, even the daily trains and flights, rushed schedules and super early mornings. The long drives, the fast food, occasional creepy hotel and the 54 pound suitcase that felt like it harbored a dead body. Somehow I managed to put aside all my quirks, my neurosis, my worry and my catastrophic thinking and truly embrace, take in and enjoy every single moment. And the reason I was able to do so?
You. (And Andrew too, but more on that later…)
From the launch party that packed the house and kept people waiting for hours to the more intimate gatherings where I got to talk longer to individual people, I was amazed by all of you. I write this blog everyday knowing my stats and that there are many of you reading, but mostly feeling like I’m simply doing it for a few girlfriends. So seeing so many of you in person and meeting you and hearing your stories, what you thought of the book and why you love the blog absolutely blew my mind. It made all of this real for me, and I think up until that point it all felt so….well… surreal. The over seven years of daily blogging, the book deal, the years of design work- the crazy blur of it all came into focus in that week and a half and I finally was able to take a deep breath and congratulate myself on all I’ve accomplished (something I never do). It’s a hugely vulnerable feeling, putting a book like this out, and since I’ve been examining it non-stop for over a year and a half, my self-doubt had crept in about it. I was most concerned about daily readers liking it, after all you are who I wrote this for. But after each party I felt less and less vulnerable and more and more proud. That is the most amazing gift anyone could give me.
Of course before each party I still would get nervous thinking no one would show up and does my hair look stupid, but I didn’t let those silly things take over. Any self-doubt was quelled by my shock that people would make such incredible effort to come meet me- me!?- and your excitement, smiles and stories put me at ease and for that I will forever grateful to you. Oh, also for buying my book. That too. :)
The other reason I was able to have such an incredible time was Andrew. When he told me he was going to take time off to come with me on the whole tour I can’t tell you the feeling of relief that rushed over me. Not only because there were so many logistical things to deal with on this trip that would have frazzled me beyond belief had I been on my own, but also because he is my rock. My safety net. My loudest cheerleader and voice of reason. Marriage is a series of highs and lows, times of hard work and others of ease- all of which we’ve experienced together. But on this trip another thing came into focus for me- we are the BEST team no matter what. We had a blast doing this together, and I would not have wanted to share it with anyone else. And I am so glad so many of you got to meet Andrew and see what a charming, funny, amazing guy he is. I am pretty sure he could have run off with about 100 women had he wanted too- since the most heard comment besides “I love the book” was “OMG, your husband is sooooo charming! Hold onto that one!”
I plan to.
So to all of you- THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. An eloquent close? No, but it’s what I want to say to you a million times over.
Erin thought it would be fun for me to write a “wrap-up” of sorts with my perspective on the book tour, or “The Tour” as I have taken to calling it. Needless to say, we were overwhelmed by everything and everyone. It was a completely surreal experience.
The kick-off in Boston felt like a wedding. Everyone was so happy for Erin and to an extent or by association, me. Like a wedding we wanted to talk to everyone, got pulled in a million directions, were “high” off the adrenaline, and at the end felt the elated/exhausted feeling you get afterwards. Some people even brought gifts! The only thing missing was the band.
And then, in keeping with the wedding theme, we had a day to pack before we were off on our honeymoon! Except instead of a honeymoon we had 8 more weddings.
I won’t ever be able to put into words what it was like for me to meet so many of her readers. For those of you who didn’t get a chance to come out, I became the “warm-up” act for Erin. This wasn’t planned, but kind of started in Boston and evolved from there. The line to meet Erin was long and we were up against the time for the end of the party. Erin said to me that she wasn’t leaving until everyone was done, so I started to walk back to the line and let everyone know. The first group I came up to started asking me questions and we had a little conversation. And then the next group was playing a phone version of Charades, which I love and played for a bit with them. And so on through the end of that line. And then in NYC, I was talking to a few readers right before Erin was about to start signing and when they stepped up to get theirs books signed, the next readers came up and so I started talking to them. And that’s how it all began. I was the greeter for the tour.
It was the best time I have had in a long while. I would do that job everyday for the rest of my life. I had such a good time meeting so many of you, talking to you, hearing how you found the blog, learning what you did for work, etc. Seeing how excited people were to meet Erin, and sometimes me, was incredible. Everyone asked me if it was creepy how they knew all about us, felt like we were best friends, and yet we had never met. NOT AT ALL. It was flattering and humbling. We felt like celebrities. This was my 15 minutes of fame, except it was for two hours, 9 different times.
I have lots of favorite moments, but here are a few highlights:
I do have one regret. Not being able to spend more time in each city. I love all the cities we went to and we wanted so badly to take a day and tour around each one. We had never been to Houston and it is hard to get a sense of a city that big in 24 hours. Especially if those hours are spent trying to relax a little before the party or before we had to hop another flight. But we now have a good list of places to go back and visit. We both can’t wait to get back to Georgetown, which was like a cross between Beacon Hill and The South End for those of you who know Boston. We did however connect with old friends and family at almost every stop, which made the trip all the more wonderful. I even got to meet my sister’s fiancé for the first time as well as my mom’s new diabetes dog, Gibbs (she’s a big fan of NCIS). This one and a half year old yellow lab can smell when she goes low and warn her. Amazing.
While there were many highlights of The Tour, there was one that stood out for me. It was a hug I got from Erin after signing her last book of the opening night in Boston. A huge smile and a few tears, and a hug as tight as if I had just come back from war. It was relief, joy and raw emotion. It was the “We did it!” hug. Not an “I did it” one. I have wanted so badly to be there for her and for some reason this was confirmation she knew it. I will remember that moment like I do her dad’s dance ticket toast. It was just perfect.
And finally, the time I got to spend with Erin (or as some of you may have heard me call her, “Frog”) was amazing. Everyone has ups and downs in their relationship with their significant other. Some days you are in love, some days not so much. But what I have come to realize is that relationships mature or deepen at different rates too. I hadn’t noticed until this trip, but we have become much closer over the past few months. We really enjoyed being with each other this entire time. It felt like we were a team. I was doing my best to make her enjoy the trip and be present in the moment. She was doing her best to let me. It worked.
When I told my boss that I wanted to do this whole tour his first response was why every city? Why not just NYC? I told him it was a once in a lifetime experience and I would regret not doing this. I didn’t realize how true that would be. Thank you to everyone for making this such an amazing time for both of us.