Last night, I got to meet one of my all-time favorite authors. I also indulged in the best fried chicken in New York. And that was one of the most exciting things to have happened to this 6-months pregnant mother of a 9-month old in a very very long time. Sad, isn't it? The rest of the post will chronicle this action-packed evening, so this is an advance warning to those who may feel that their time may be better spent skipping the rest of this long entry. Please feel free to stop reading now. But for those who are interested...