Last night I went to the National Book Awards, and it was awesome. I got my hair blown out all sexy like, and I got my nails done, and I put on a classy dress and high-heeled it up. And then I got to partake in fancy food and drink and conversation with fancy publishing people.
Highlights of the evening: Joanne Woodward introducing Gore Vidal for his lifetime achievement award; being completely awkward with our extremely handsome chief legal counsel; meeting and chatting with Dave Eggers, about whom I was completely wrong when I pegged him as twee and incapable of properly executing on his admittedly brilliant ideas and projects. He was actually perma-nervous and charming/disarming.