Canada! After spending a night in the smallest town possible—and by smallest town possible I mean, there was one ten-room hotel, obviously without internet, and one pub and that pretty much sums the whole place—we have arrived at our northernmost destination, Vancouver.
We spent two days in Seattle where we went on a tour, bought some clothes, and where I, people, was recognized in Pioneer Square. Of course, I had no idea that I was being recognized and my hair was surely frizzy from the humidity and I was probably complaining about the cold and most likely I was gawking like an idiot at a brick building. Not so much in the way of humidity, cold, and bricks in California. Andy Warhol said that we all get 15 minutes of fame and I think I probably ruined mine staring at a map.
Elizabeth, fabulous and wonderful Elizabeth who I have never met, sent me an email saying that she reads SoPink and recognized me in Pioneer Square. See:
I have no idea how I ended up reading your blog, but I have for many months...and then today I actually saw you in Pioneer Square walking with Will at about 1:15. I was coming out of my office which is right there on 1st avenue and there you were. That kind of stuff always seems so weird to me....
Elizabeth, I love you.
I have a Jacuzzi tub in my room tonight because, hello, I am a staaaaaar.
I was going to upload some pictures for you all, but I left the cable in the car and the keys are with the valet. I would totally send someone out to get the cable for me but I don’t want to go and get all diva (diva-y? divafied?). No, Slice of Pink will always remain modest and humble.
Supahstar. Su.Pah.Star. Tomorrow, dah-lings, I buy these.