Sunday evening was a fantastic evening. Not because we had a sitter and we're getting out of the house sans baby; and not because the Chargers demolished the New England Patriots; but because David Sedaris was on his game.
If you have not read Sedaris, check him out. Gunnar suggested I read him, and for the past two years I've taken Gunnar to see Sedaris on tour for his birthday present. I love giving gifts that I can enjoy too. I love hearing his stories. Maybe its the writer in me that admires his ability to tell stories of his life with such wit and humor. I suspect I enjoy seeing him because I'm enamoured with the idea that he gets paid to go on tour and READ his stories, not just write them.
He read a story on voting that should be in an upcoming issue of the New Yorker. Pick it up, I know I will.
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