It's Good to be the King

I was at some sort of reading. May have been for Michelle. She was there, as was Mel, Lois, Max, Kevin, etc. There was some sort of panel afterwards and Stephen King was on that. When that ended, Mr. King was sitting by himself in a corner, and I was talking to the gang. Kevin picked me up by my boots and carried me over to Stephen King, depositing me on his lap. One of my boots came off - it was carmel-colored and had a little heel. Stephen King said, "This is quite an introduction!" and he was laughing, but I was so embarrassed. I moved over to the empty chair next to him. We started talking and making each other laugh. At one point, someone from one of my classes came over to me and started talking about her work. It was insufferably boring. I finally interrupted her and said, "Excuse me, I'm in the middle of a conversation." King and I continued talking and then another student, a guy, came over and started yammering to me. This time, Stephen King excused himself and walked away. I was so mad. The guy finally shut up and I put my boot back on just as Stephen was coming back.