If you have the chance
To see Lemony Snicket
Know that he's worth
The price of the ticket.
-- Karen Edmisten
Confession the First: We didn't actually pay for a ticket. The event was free.
Confession the Second: I have read only the first book, The Bad Beginning, in A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Confession the Third: I would never have gone to see Lemony Snicket (because I had not even finished the first book -- I did that just last night) aka Daniel Handler, nor would I have planned to stand in line for 90 minutes in order to have my newly-purchased copy of a book I've never read signed by the man, if not for the fact that my two older daughters and the son of one of my best friends loved A Series of Unfortunate Events. This combined love, which spans the ages -- from a nine-year-old boy to 18 and 20-year-old young women -- led me to think that a road trip could be a fun thing and would be a good excuse to drink a lot of coffee at night.
Confession the Fourth: I did not have late night coffee. I grabbed a Coke for the drive home because I do not trust McDonald's to have freshly brewed coffee at 9:30 p.m. and, alas, McDonald's was the most convenient stop. I do not, in fact, trust McDonald's for much of anything, but no one can really mess up a Coke too badly, unless they add far too much ice. Which they did.
Confession the Fifth: My favorite part of the night may in fact have had nothing to do with Snickety happenings. I was extremely tired, and our eta home was about 11:15 p.m. My daughters had promised to talk and sing loudly on the drive home so that we'd all stay awake. I requested that they sing "Frozen."
What I really meant was that I wanted them to sing "Let it Go" but I was tired and the request came out, "Sing Frozen." So they did -- as in, they belted out the entire soundtrack* starting with the movie's opener, the Norse chant of the ice workers, and finishing up with the reprise of "For the First Time in Forever."
I think my favorite rendition was when Betsy and Ramona did "Love is an Open Door," complete with the overlapping duet parts.
But back to Lemony Snicket, because, theoretically anyway, he is what this post is about.
Daniel Handler is an utterly delightful presenter and if you get the chance to go to one of his book signings, you most certainly should.
But do plan on something better than McDonald's coffee for the drive home. And be sure to take my girls with you to keep you awake.
*Except the trolls' song, which apparently does not make a home in the brain as do all the other songs.
The Poetry Friday round up today is at The Miss Rumphius Effect.