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Behold, the highlights of the book signing with David Hasselhoff.

Most Embarrassing Moment: My asking the checkout clerk at the Barnes & Noble for three copies of Don’t Hassel the Hoff.

Moment When I Felt Much Better: When the woman with a bonafide German accent said she needed FOUR copies of the book.

Moment when I Felt Dizzy: It was 89 today (that’s about 31c and is plenty damn hot omg) and I walked quite a ways to the store, but that wasn’t too difficult, even with my waddly self. No, what made my head spin to the point where I thought I might have to sit down and put my head between my knees? Seeing that I now carried three of the Hoff’s visage on the back cover of his book. Wow.

Person in front of me: I *heart* the Hoff. I’m so excited. OhMahGaaaahd I can’t believe I get to meet him. I saw him in Vegas! He was SO GOOD.

(I barely restrained myself from asking, “At what?")

Person behind me to BN employee prepping books for signing: ”I need it to be made out to ‘Cong. Kennedy.’ Yes, seriously. Oh, and I need to talk to Mr. Hasselhoff’s publicist and his agent. Can you tell me which ones they are and introduce me?”

(This was a BN employee who had a pen and a pad of Post-It notes. Clearly the person to ask for an introduction to Hoff’s agent.)

Person behind me to me: “You should have him autograph your belly! And name the baby David, Jr!”

Most bizarre experience: Being interviewed by a Japanese daily newspaper WITH PHOTO as “Sarah from NYC” who was there because I have an origami Hoff airplane and he needs to sign it. The reporter said she was VERY VERY GOOD at origami, and laughed when I told her it took me about 45 minutes to fold my Hoff plane, even with directions. So tomorrow, there’s going to be a Japanese daily paper with my picture with my HoffPlane, and in Japanese it will say something about how the power of my origami plane required my presence at David Hasselhoff’s booksigning. Pity I don’t know what the hell paper it was.

Biggest frustration: The barky annoying BN people who were like “NO MEMORABILIA!!!” when talking about my HoffPlane.

Biggest Nyah-nyah: The Hoffster saying, “What’s That?!” when he saw the HoffPlane. His publicist from St. Martin’s was there, and she confirmed it was a big hit as a marketing tool. Well, of COURSE it is.

Awesomest Giveaway: The Hoff brought shirts for everyone who attended the book signing. I totally got one:

Biggest Moment: Me, my belly, my HoffPlane, and...The Hoff.

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