will you sign my bra?

Yes, I asked one of my favorite authors to sign my bra-- but you would have to know the guy (and me) to realize that that is okay. :) By yesterday he knew my name, today he called me by it several times, signed my books, stood in for a pic, and chatted a bit. At blue like Jazz Riffs, I sat five feet from him for an hour, and 12 feet before that. (You're starting to worry about me...) And then tonight I gave him a four page letter that I wrote earlier along with a copy of the picture of us. ( And now you fear me... Don't worry, because I think Don may fear me as well.) I have accepted the fact that I am bizarre, that I do strange things, that I am giddy and bubbly, and that sometimes I go overboard a bit. This is who I am. Think I'll end up in a future chapter? Could be cool...

Too much happened today to write tonight. I took 7 pages of notes at Jazz Riffs, and 3 more tonight at REZ Week. Let me process, and I'll get back to you. I was too embarrassed from a comment that I made giving him the letter, which I'm sure he thinks is a bomb, so I didn't say goodbye. I'm sure he was grateful for the reprieve. Farewell, Don Miller-- it was a memorable week. Thanks for sharing your experiences of Jesus with our campus, and for touching my life in a very special way. You will be sorely missed.