So. I think
misia has the right of it: I have written a book, so everybody should get ice cream if they want it. markgritter and I -- and probably not timprov, as he will probably be asleep -- will be at Sebastian Joe's for ice cream at 8:00 tonight. This is the Sebastian Joe's at 1007 Franklin Ave., not the one in Linden Hills. (If you've been to Sebastian Joe's with us after dinner at Rice Paper, this is not that one.) We are not offering to buy you ice cream, as I have no idea how many of you there are, but if you would like to eat ice cream with us to say, "Yay book!" or even just, "Hi," I would enjoy that.Also, I'm not assuming that anyone at all is free at 8:00, so if you don't see that anyone else has said they're coming, please say you are. I mean, if it's true.
Please call my cell if you are lost or want to see if we're still there. If you don't have my cell number, e-mail for it, please.
Also, there is a room which is not where the cases of ice cream are. This is probably where we will go. So if you walk in and don't see us, don't panic.
Ice cream, Sebastian Joe's, 1007 Franklin, 8:00. Okay? Okay.
Boooook!
*Old family story. My mom's best friend when she was 13 was a girl who had older brothers ages 15, 17, and 19. The best friend's parents figured one more kid was not that big a deal, so Mom was invited along on their family lake vacation. And the teenagers were getting rowdy, like ya do, and the father attempted to put on the authoritarian persona considered appropriate to the period (though vastly inappropriate to him personally). "You know what happens if I have to stop this car!" he thundered. For a moment, silence reigned, and then the boys chorused, "We all get ice cream! Yaaaaay!"
My mom used this as a signal that she didn't want to play the heavy but really did need me to settle down. Even when we weren't in the car. But we often did all get ice cream, so it worked out.
