So tonight I was supposed to introduce an author at the store. About an hour before the event, she calls and says she has a friend who wants to do the introduction instead, and would that be okay? I say sure, whatever you want.
None of us, however, were aware that the friend in question was Peter Coyote. Damn! And me without my lipstick.
To say that Peter Coyote is hot is an understatement. Hot, smart, well read, and politically committed. Now that is the whole package. Every female employee over the age of 30 was running around primping and looking to borrow jewelry from the consignment cabinet.
He's local and shops at the store often, but this was really the first time I had an actual excuse to talk to him. He's just as well spoken as I'd heard, and it was fascinating talking to him about his time living in communes.
Oh, and the author was good, too.