Rachel and I went to hear Guy Gavriel Kay read last night at McNally Robinson. The reading started at 7:30, so we decided to go early and have dinner before hand. It turned out to be a good choice: the place was packed. We had a table right up front (I could have thrown things and hit Mr Kay if I was so inclined), which turned out to be a very good thing as I spotted my friend Kara in the balcony and were able to invite her to sit with us. (Hi, Kara, if you're lurking).
The crowd was pretty eclectic, more so then I was expecting, but shocking regular. I guess I had thought there'd be a few males wrapped in cloaks and sporting impressive armbands. No one weilded a sword or swore an oath of fidelity to Mr. Kay in Old Finnish. We all sat quietly and listened to him read, politely applauding when he was finished. And while I've sure there were a few people there who could have asked me to "pass the salt" in Elvish, most seemed like normal, decent folk.