Time and book promotion marches on!

First of all, keeping up with Tracey and me, especially in our promotion of Cocktail Therapy, is like a game of “Where’s Waldo”? Simon & Schuster flew us to Chicago in September, where we appeared on the show “In the Loop” with iVillage Live. Live being the operative word: no screwing up allowed. I was characteristically a nervous wreck, but we had a blast and everyone LOVED our segment. Then we did two amazing events with a non-profit called Fertile Hope (www.fertilehope.org), which we both heartily support, first in San Francisco and the next one in the cool city of Austin, TX, where we drank beer, listened to music and watched football. Austin is, according to one t-shirt, “a small little drinking town with a live music problem.” Just our style.

Speaking of drinking, last night, Tracey and I were enjoying (read: slugging back) some wine at a little place called Turks and Frogs with our friends Dale, Vida, and Katie. We started talking about how we’re getting older. It’s weird—we’re all in the vicinity of thirty (I turn the big 3-0 in February)—but instead of getting freaked out and Botoxed and sharpening our cougar claws, we all agreed that there’s a certain confidence and contentment that settles in around this age, when a person really knows who she is and what makes her happy.

“Would you ever want to be twenty-one again?” Vida asked.

“No!” we all answered in unison.

But then again, just because I’m almost thirty doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy dancing on the occasional table. I’m not saying I did or did not do that last night, but it’s a distinct possibility.