A day in the life…

Up to this day, I’m still in a state called euphoria. Yep, the magic of Neil Gaiman has not rubbed off, even how frequent I have washed my hands since that weekend.

I wanted to post this entry when I get the pictures developed, but I just can’t get it out of my head. I went to Rockwell Tent for The Gathering and let myself be scorched under the sun for about 10 hours at Greenhills. On both occasions, I got to talk to Mr. Gaiman, shake his hand, and get his autograph. And it was simply overwhelming. Considering that I was one of those fans on the bottom half of the to-be-signed (364th of 700 at Rockwell and technically 438 of 500 at Greenhills), I was very much happy that Mr. Gaiman maintained his warm, accommodating self even until the wee hours of the morning, thoughtfully asking each of his fans during the signing, "Hullo, how are you?" He’d even thank you from the bottom of his heart for just being there. Wow, an author with a rock star status without the attitude.

I never thought I would get a chance to see Neil Gaiman. It was an exhausting, exhilarating experience. He promised he’ll come back. I hope he does. He’s gotten curious about the Philippines, and he’s already addicted to calamansi juice, y’know.

‘Til then, I dream…