Tucson Launch of Getting Naked for Money

Signs of writer's cramp?

Signs of writer’s cramp? Photo by Brendan Murphy

Dateline: November 2, 2016. It is the last game of the World Series to end all World Series. The Chicago Cubs, who haven’t won a game in 108 years, are playing the Cleveland Indians, who last nabbed the pennant in 1948. Talk about stiff competition for an event.  So I was doubly thrilled with the turnout for the launch of Getting Naked for Money on November 2 at The Carriage House — at least 70 people, possibly as many as 90, which is pretty amazing for a Wednesday night, much less baseball game-of-the-century night.

Not all the pictures are in but here are a few highlights. I bought my electric purple shirt in Thailand — very appropriate for a travel memoir launch.

With a lot of help from my friends

Jen Fischachs and me

Jen Fischachs and me. Can you guess that Jen is a fitness instructor?’

The rest of these pictures of me and some of my attendee friends can be horizontal.

Janice Jarrett and me

Janice Jarrett and me. Not sure who took this photo, but I like it!

Jean McKnight and me

Jean McKnight and me. Photo by Brendan Murphy

Lynn Saul and me

Lynn Saul and me. Photo by Brendan Murphy

And I had theme food!

Because I am primarily known as a food writer in Tucson, and was introduced by James Beard-award winning chef Janos Wilder, I read passages that mainly had to do with culinary adventures.

Sadly, I did not get a picture of the food, provided by the soon-to-open aka Deli & Bakeshop. It was gorgeous and delicious — and it had a homonymic theme: my onetime confusion between the words “arugula” and “rugelach”:

The first time I met people who would have been termed foodies was in San Diego, where I was doing dissertation research in the early 1980s. I was nowhere near ready to join their ranks. Exhibit I: the dinner I attended at the home of one of the young academics in the literature department who had befriended me. When my host, Michael, announced that he had picked up arugula for the salad at a farmer’s market, I wondered if he’d been hitting the cooking sherry. Assuming Michael was Anglicizing the pronunciation of “a rugelach,” I was convinced he was trying to pass off the Jewish crescent cookie as a vegetable. (Not that I hadn’t had my own fantasies along those lines; I just couldn’t believe he thought he’d get away with it.)

arugula-vs-rugelach
When I read this and other passages from the book, people laughed in all the appropriate places. It was extremely gratifying.

All in all the launch couldn’t have gone better. I am supremely grateful to all who helped make it so.

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Edie Jarolim is a writer and editor living in Tucson, Arizona. Sign up on this blog to get updates about her humorous tell-all/memoir, GETTING NAKED FOR MONEY: An Accidental Travel Writer Reveals All.

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