What Happens When I Promote Myself In New York City.

Hello Duckies! So, while I was in NYC being an adult of some type and making business connections within other bookish folks, I found myself having many versions of this conversation:

Boss: Emelie! I want you to meet So-and-So. S/he owns Such-and-Such Bookshop in Someplace, Somwhere.

Me: Oh, hi! I'm Emelie!

Boss: Emelie is my social media goddess.

Me: *Shuffles feet* Ha, yup! That's me. I do know the interwebs...

This would eventually lead to that person asking me what else I do, which is when I would tell them that I also write a blog, and my boss would be all "Emelie's blog is hilarious!" and I would silently think to myself "Buy this woman something awesome, because she's making me sound way more impressive than I am..." and then I would have to tell people all about my blog.

So, inevitably I would lead with "Yeah, I'm a really awkward and embarrassing person, so I write about it..." and then they would ask "Oh really? What's one of your favorite stories?" and I would just respond with "Oh, definitely the time my mom asked me for assless chaps for Christmas. That was a weird moment in my life." This would either get a laugh or the other person would choose to take their chance to pretend someone else had just called their name. I don't blame them.

Surprisingly, most people stuck around to hear more, though. One guy ended up finding out about my quest to get Jay-Z the Giant Metal Chicken and he was totally on board, which was awesome, since this guy is in his forties and somewhat of a professional person.

Me: Let me find you a picture of this chicken so that you will understand.

giantchicken

Guy: That is one hell of a giant chicken.

Me: I know! I must own him.

Guy: Oh, absolutely. How much does he cost?

Me: Well, the lady that has him at her store keeps telling me he's not for sale. I'm planning to stage a sit-in type of protest. I'll just sit on him until she agrees to sell him to me.

Guy: Oh, you could totally put a saddle on that thing and ride it around.

Me: Right?!? You totally get this.

He then started plotting with me to obtain Jay-Z, and it was awesome. So, I have plans again, duckies, I will keep you posted as they develop. The point is: I'm totally going to get Jay-Z the Giant Chicken and no one can stop me, thanks to this random guy at the dinner part in New York.

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Speaking of books...

As some (maybe none?) of you might have noticed, I got rid of the Book Reviews portion of this blog.

DON'T PANIC. I'll probably be bringing it back in some fashion or another... I might even just start a separate blog for book reviews. I don't know yet. My thoughts aren't fully formed on the subject.

Yes, I will keep reading. I didn't stop reviewing because I'm finally coming out as illiterate, so don't start sending me charitable donations of Hooked on Phonics or anything.