Urg, why did I go to a David Sedaris reading? I don't even really like David Sedaris. I always skip the This American Life podcasts that have stories by him. And everyone there was the worst. Every anglophone older lady with long grey hair and kooky glasses, young poet with a fedora and brunette blog writer with bangs was crowded outside trying to catch the latest mildy funny (not haha funny) story and saying "oh, oh yeah, that's rich" after every sentence.
Luckily he also attracts fabulous melancholy French homos with the most perfectly tied scarves ever.