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A few days ago I headed up to Vail, Colorado for a book event at The Bookworm in Edwards. It was the first event I did by myself, where I had to speak in front of people and answer questions. I'm not going to lie--I was nervous. I was scared no one would show up and I'd be standing in front of a bunch of empty chairs like an idiot. I was scared I was going to barf on the floor in front of a bunch of strangers. I was scared someone would ask me a question I wouldn't know how to answer--or worse yet, answer it and sound like a complete moron.

None of those things happened--although I may have sounded like a moron and am blissfully unaware. But people showed up--ACTUAL STRANGERS! And it was good. Really good. But I didn't get any pictures of the actual event because I was so caught up in the moment--and besides, would pictures have done it any justice? NOPE. But here are a few pics:

Me, standing outside the Bookworm before the event.

Me, standing outside the Bookworm before the event.

Part of the road into Vail. "It's like Narnia," one of my kids said. "Always winter and never Christmas."

Part of the road into Vail. "It's like Narnia," one of my kids said. "Always winter and never Christmas."

Me at the Avon Library, posing under WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW. (I ended up sneaking into a corner with the book and writing a little message in it. AND I FELT LIKE A CRIMINAL.)

Me at the Avon Library, posing under WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW. (I ended up sneaking into a corner with the book and writing a little message in it. AND I FELT LIKE A CRIMINAL.)

We had lunch at the bottom of the slopes in Vail, where I spotted these mannequins in a window. FREEEEEEAAAAKY, man. These are the things nightmares are made of.

We had lunch at the bottom of the slopes in Vail, where I spotted these mannequins in a window. FREEEEEEAAAAKY, man. These are the things nightmares are made of.

We used to live in Vail Valley about 8 years ago, and our little day trip made me miss it up in the mountains. But it's weird visiting a place you lived, because time doesn't stand still, it keeps on going, and things change. But it was good, so good. Hopefully we'll get up there more often.