The Ticket.

The Little Mister and I getting our book signed by The Pioneer Woman.

About a month ago,

my sister-in-law was given a tip

that Ms. Ree Drummond

was going to be making her way here

for a book signing of her most recent cookbook.

She also heard that you HAD to have a ticket to get in.

Upon hearing THAT information, 

she literally dropped what she was doing,

jumped in her car and drove to the little book shop down the street

which was going to be holding this event

and picked up four tickets...

one of those being for me.

Yet just another reason why sisters are 

SO AWESOME

to have around.

Once I heard about this,

I immediately was on the phone with 

one of my other sisters

because I knew she would hate me for life

if I had this information and kept it from her.

She was able to get some, as well

(so all is fine on the sister front).

And so the night arrived.

We packed into the car and made our way over

to the renovated church-turned-theatre

which the book shop so wisely rented for the evening.

I've never been to a book signing.

And honestly,

I'm not one to get hyped up over someone or something

so much that I'll go stand in line to get in to take part in it.

But...

I frequent P-Dub's blog,

I've adapted some of her recipes on here,

it sounded like fun,

so I did.

Doors opened for seating at 5PM.

We arrived at 5:06 and the line was already down the street.

It was crazy, people, crazy.

As we finally were able to walk in,

we were told that the number on our ticket was our

signing number:

I looked at my number and was pretty happy about it.

Then I overheard someone say that their signing number was 1000...

and then I was REALLY happy about it.

Are you kidding me???

So, after a short presentation about how she began blogging,

and really all kinds of funny things

(she IS really funny)

I stood in line,

had my book signed,

had my picture taken,

and made my way out.

So, my first book signing was hit.

Thank you, Ms. Drummond.

And thank you for bringing your life to a halt

to get me that ticket, Sister.

AND thank you to everyone who rode with me for choosing

Chick-Fil-A for dinner.

A grand evening indeed.