Squeeeeeee!

Last night was the Harlot in Madison!! Beeb and I went and enjoyed it immensely. The ever-lovely Dale-Harriet saved us a seat, so we were in the second row! Beeb snuggled in for a nap shortly after we arrived, and was rudely awoken by the Harlot amplified by the PA system and Mama laughing out loud. He gave me the stink-eye every time I started laughing for the first few minutes, but then settled in to enjoy the show. By the end, he was giggling and kicking his legs. Since one never knows how long a baby is going to be happy, I managed to pre-board for the signing and my little flirty-bug decided to play hard-to-get with the Harlot. Not smiling, no way, nuh-uh! (Thank you Chocolate Sheep Beth for snapping the photo!)

Of course, we went back to our chair to people-watch and chat with friends and within five minutes, the little stinker was working the crowd, flirting with everyone in sight. He even met a little five-month-old girl. I think it was love! She was practically jumping up and down on her mama's lap and Beeb was telling her the story of his life (ba-ba-ba, da-da-da, la-la-la). I swear he had Dale-Harriet wrapped around his chubby little finger by the end of the evening!

Yesterday afternoon, I read this blog post and it suddenly dawned on me that, dude, the Harlot would be arriving at the Madison airport (Yeah, I know, keen sense of the obvious, but I had spent the morning running errands with Bug, Bean, and Beeb, so like most days, my brain was pretty much oatmeal). I immediately thought that I could go to the airport and perhaps get a glimpse of her. My second thought was I'm normally not that stalkerish and creeped myself out a little. My third thought was imagine myself staking out the airport lobby with a bored 5-year-old, a bored 3-year-old, and a bored 7.5-month-old. Like that could ever happen without my head exploding. Yeah, apparently, me as a celebrity stalker...just not happening.

Not that I would picture myself stalking most celebs, but for the Yarn Harlot, I might make an exception. Not only is she wickedly funny in a way that resonates just perfectly with my particular funny bone, but she seems to be just a really neat person that I could see myself sitting down with over a coffee and some knitting and having a blast. Prior to the whole famous author/knitblog personality gig, she was a doula and a certified IBCLC. I could probably even 'fess up to how many nurslings I have (and how old they are) and not even phase her. She also has the sci-fi geek thing going and the crunchy, Birkenstock, no make-up things going. So maybe in a parallel universe we could even be friends, but I guess I will settle happily for groupie as long as I already have some lovely, clever, and wickedly funny knitting friends, both in real life and on line.