I had the opportunity to personally thank David Sedaris for this book but I don't think I was able to fully articulate what it meant to me at the time. This was in no small part due to the fact that I was standing before a personal hero of mine. Also I was drunk. I will attempt to write what I wish I could have expressed that night.
Naked played a significant role in one the fonder memories of my adult life. It was during Fiesta in Santa Barbara (Old Spanish Days), which if you live in SB and are not a total dick you generally have a terrible time. But my best pal Sar and I decided to brave the a-holes littering the streets with confetti eggs and shot glass necklaces to enjoy a mid-day margarita at El Paseo. On our way to the drinks we decided to stop by our neighborhood Barnes and Noble to peruse the books and take a break from all the revelry going on outside (revelers are not big readers). I saw Naked on the best-seller list, liked the cover, picked it up off the shelf, read the first few pages and began laughing out loud. With our purchases in hand (Naked being one of them) we made our way to El Paseo. The margaritas were flowing like wine and I wanted to share the hilarity of the book with Sara -- so I began reading aloud. But I was quickly overcome with laughter, so Sara took over until she too needed a break and we continued to take turns until we had make it through the first two or three stories. It was a good day. When we were trying to come up with the perfect first-date for our initial screenplay, we both thought of that day and wrote it into the script (including an excerpt from Naked). Of course we switched the platonic to romantic (and as such we didn't make out afterwards like our characters did). But thank you David (and Sara) for the wonderful day.