FAIL.

So we went to the National Book Festival today in DC. It was great for the first hour or so. We checked out books from all 50 states, got a free Maisy Mouse book for three year-olds, and watched someone talk about their new picture book, 14 Cows For America. And guess who showed up? Rick Riordan.
Haha. Yes, him. He was signing books, of course. I toted around my copy of The Last Olympian to the signing desk. And waited. Among tons of literally bouncing boys wearing Camp Half-Blood t-shirts. And girls wearing Yankees caps (Intu will get that one).
Then it started to rain.
I mean, AUGH.
It wasn't too bad, but water droplets add up fast. Most people got wet, except for those who were hiding under the umbrellas of smart people. I did that. We waited in the moshpit of a line for another hour, and when we finally got close enough to actually see the big "Book Signing" banner, the staff told us that Mr. Riordan was leaving to do his speech in the pavilion. Everyone left totally downcast. So my book remains exactly as it was before.
Well, maybe it got wet too.
Fail.

By the way...
Don't take this the wrong way, but Rick Riordan looked like his neck disappeared because his shirt collar was so big.