Sorry for the lack of posts...

I've been incredibly busy. I promise from henceforth on out, I shall update more regularly. There have just been book signings and tours and tour guides in transition, so it has been a little hectic. I do, however, want to share with you a little weirdness that happened to me recently:

Wearing a big goofy outfit made of wool and leather gets a reaction out of most people. Like the woman one evening who, unprovoked in any way, walked up to me and ran her fingers over my gauntlet. She then cooed in my ear in the sexiest way possible, "Oooooh.... kidskin." Then she walked away.

And then there are the real freaks, the ones your mother probably warned you about. I had a guy approach me on the way to tour one night, camera in hand. I thought he wanted a photo. He said, "Wow, great outfit..." I smiled for the photo request which I was sure was coming. But instead, he asked me (as if it were the most natural thing in the world): "Can I see your socks?"

Before you ask, sicko, I did not acquiece to his request (means 'no'). I thought about asking why he would want to see the style of my foot stockings, but decided I didn't really care to know, and would probably sleep much sounder if I didn't ask. Ignorance in this case truly is bliss. If not wanting to know what this fella was up to was cereal flakes, just call me General Mills.