Only the Finest Literature for Me

I love Chelsea Handler! She's crude, but a strong, fun, and sassy woman! She says things many of us think. And so...when I need a break from seriousness, but I'm not in the mood to lounge around effortlessly watching E! and Jersey Shore, I read her books. I started off as a fan of her late night show, but now I have read such fine works as "Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea" and most recently "Chelsea, Chelsea, Bang Bang!" A few girlfriends and I made a deal pass her books around--like a really classy book club. I most certainly don't recommend her humor for everyone. But if you can handle male humor coming from a female and just need a good laugh, well then she's your girl.

Knowing my love for Chelsea, Charlie supported me spending $76 on a ticket to see her on tour in Salt Lake City this Summer. It was a highlight for sure, with only one minor disappointment. If you purchased her book from a small, local book store, she would sign it right after. I thought all afternoon about what I would say to her in my one minute of face-to-face interaction. Guess I was a little naive. We waited in line for at least an hour. Once you approached the room she was in, you were given strict instructions. You were aloud to snap a photo only from a distance, and you had to keep walking by her while she signed your book without barely looking up. I don't blame her, really. Who knows how many she signed that night? But I got my book signed. And this was the best shot I got.