It's Just Like Christmas!

Grown women don't wait in line for 7 hours for just anything, but hundreds braved the crowds this weekend to see Stephenie Meyer. For those of you who don't know her, she is the author of Scott's most favorite books in the whole wide world. Ask him about it. He loves to discuss anything having to do with her.

Me, Amanda (Happy Birthday!), and Shambray decided to have girl bonding time before I peace out of the state by attending Stephenie's book signing. What we found was a very strange world of obsessive Stephenie Meyer fans. I'll admit, I've read all of her books an embarrassing number of times; however, I do comprehend that Edward Cullen does not really exist and can never father my children. The majority of the fans there were incapable of grasping this simple piece of reality. It was entertaining at first, but after 2 hours it was unbearable.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, like children waiting to sit on Santa's lap. If you are ever in need of some giddiness stop by one of her signings. After waiting in line for two hours before the doors even opened we were rushed into the auditorium. Before too long, a news camera was spotted and some crazy chick jumped up to profess her undying love for Edward Cullen and left a marriage offer on the table for him. This might have been slightly humorous had similar situations not occurred every 20 minutes. After 7 long hours of enduring this type of behavior we were finally able to have our books signed and meet Stephenie. Was it worth it? I don't know. Ask me tomorrow when her books and characters don't make me nauseous.

The three of us, so happy, during our first hour of waiting.