let’s get this out of the way right off the bat. . . DOUGLAS COUPLAND HUGGED ME. me. yes me. i was hugged by DOUGLAS COUPLAND.
the stink, sister #2, and i ventured to the Barnes & Noble at the Galleria in Edina to see and hear Coupland read from his latest book Eleanor Rigby. sister #2 and i are big fans. i’ve read all his novels and have made sister #2 read a goodly number of them. so we’re pretty hip on the Coupland tip.
after the reading we were standing in line to get our book signed. we kept daring each other to ask him the question. see, we had a little argument before the reading about the Canadian cover of Eleanor Rigby. sister #2 claimed it was like the UK one with the little people on it, and i said no way jose, it’s just like the US cover. . . the floating mattress.
as we grew closer to the front of the line, we continued arguing. not just about the book cover but about how she was smart enough to bring two of his older books, Girlfriend in a Coma and MicroSerfs to have signed. i was all about the frowny face, mostly because i didn’t think of it myself. bitch.
so finally after Douglas Coupland got done talking to Jack and his wife (the couple in front of us) about Buffalo, NY, it was our turn. I was first in line because i’m older. i hand my book to the Barnes & Noble PR lady and stand across the table from Doug. . . we’re friends now.
i stick out my hand and shake his hand. then this happens:
“let me come around the table,” he said. he comes around the table and opens his arms.
“wow,” i said, stepping into the hug.
“it’s nice to see you,” he said, my chin on his shoulder. “i saw you out there.”
[NOTE: there is currently some debate about what was actually said during THE HUG. sister #2 claims he said ‘nice to see you again.’ the stink claims he said ‘it’s nice to see you, i saw you at the ruminator.’ because we saw him at the ruminator awhile back]
yeah so we hugged, and then he asked who to make the book out to and and he signed my book.
“i have a question,” i said to Doug.
“what?” he asked.
“well this is my sister and we have a bet,” i said pointing to sister #2. “the cover of the UK edition, what does it look like?”
“it’s really cool,” he said. “it’s got foil and little people.”
“what’s the canadian one look like?” sister #2 asked.
“it’s identical,” he said.
“HA!” she shouted.
“identical to which one?” i asked.
“this one,” he said, flipping over my book.
i elbow sister #2 in the shoulder “HA! HA!”
then sister #2 was up and he made a comment about how her name is spelled goofy (Ericka. . . because mamala didn’t know if there was a C or a K so threw them both in).
then it was stink, who was wearing a canada sweatshirt, because he thinks he’s canadian. Doug looked at the shirt and nodded his head and shook stink’s hand. then he drew this cute little lego in the book and wrote stink’s name it, then signed it.
“do you have a little picture you have for all of them?” i asked.
“yeah,” he said. “this is a lego.”
then we went upstairs so the stink could pay for sister #2’s Eleanor Rigby. as we were standing waiting for the stink to pay i flipped open my book.
“mine says ‘as always Douglas Coupland.'”
“mine just says Douglas Coupland,” she said.
i just smirked because what could you do.
as we were leaving i kept repeating over and over “i can’t believe he hugged me.”
“it’s not just that he hugged you,” sister #2 said in her most bitter voice. “it’s that he remembered you.”
“i don’t think so.”
“he said nice to see you again!” she shouted in the parking lot.
“i can’t believe he hugged me.”
“he probably reads your web site,” she said. “Everyone else does.”
the whole way home i repeated “i can’t believe DOUGLAS COUPLAND HUGGED ME.”
and she kept reminding me that it was more than a hug, that it was that he remembered me from the ruminator.
and who knows? but DOUGLAS COUPLAND HUGGED ME and that’s all that matters.