>And here’s the link to the photos I took at Timothy Zahn’s Borders book-signing on 02.07.2007.
So, I never actually wrote about the experience, being as I was busy with a sick Alex, and then busy being sick myself. So here goes.
I walk into Borders a little after 6pm, and immediately upon entering, spot him. Yes, that’s Timothy Zahn himself, working at his laptop in the Borders cafe, nobody around to bother him yet. I pause for about thirty seconds, during which he briefly glances up, and no doubt absorbs the goofy “I see a Celebrity of Ultimate Geek” expression on my face. He looks down and wisely pretends not to have seen me. I pull myself together firmly, remind myself that I have been in the same room with this man before, and by golly, I’m not here to make his life a more frustrating experience, and walk off to find a manager or fellow DFWfanforce member.
I find Denise, who’s organizing the event, and she shows me where to put my things in the back room–upon which I geek-out again, abeit slightly less so than over Zahn. It’s a back room… in a bookstore. Oh, heaven! Then I run out to the bathroom to change into my Pink 7 gear, and come back to find the 501st changing into their armor. Along the way, I run into Helen, one of my fanforce pals from The Line (aka the Bellydancer). Denise gets us to slap stickers on people’s books that they brought from home (like my copy of Heir to the Empire). We feel geeky and important.
Jeff, Brandon, and Jonathan from DFWfanforce show up a bit later, and we briefly catch up before I run off to the back room again. Zahn’s lining up all the costumed of us to escort him in–I’m placed behind the stormtroopers and in front of Anakin and Vader, who flank Zahn. We all march out to the podium and table that’s been set up for him, and all we costumed geeklings form in a V-pattern behind him, like a very, very confused flock of migratory birds.
Zahn talks awhile about what it’s been like to write Star Wars EU, then gives a long Q/A session. The length is pretty awesome to listen to, as a fan–but as a gal in a hot costume in a really well-heated Borders, I nearly pass out. Literally–vision starts going and everything. I have to back out of line and sit with my head down while Helen gets me some water–darn that heavy, hot helmet!
I had to leave not to long after that, when the real signing began, and left my books under Helen’s protection. I ran by Walmart to get some supplies for the flu-beleagured Alex, and then spent the rest of the evening watching movies with him.