Very fun time tonight at the Mysterious Bookshop in downtown Manhattan with pgtremblay, who was in town with fellow Beantown crime writer Dave Zeltserman for a reading. As usual, it was a Tremblay drive-by, popping in and out of the city in record time, but I'm glad I was able to meet up with him early, even if it did result in a mile-long wild goose chase in search of food before the reading. My friend David Wellington joined us, and my girlfriend swung by too. Saw some familiar faces at the reading as well--it was almost like all the KGB Bar regulars were there.
Paul signed a brand spanking new copy of No Sleep Till Wonderland for me, got me fat and happy on barbecued ribs afterwards, and then disappeared, ghostlike, into the night.
Then, when I got back to Brooklyn, I saw that Snowpocalypse 2010 had begun. Goodbye, world! It was nice knowing you!