I traveled to Columbus Circle by foot, bus, and finally train, arriving 15 minutes early, not wanting to miss what I thought was surely going to be...something. Perez Hilton was signing his new book, Perez Hilton's True Bloggywood Stories, at Borders, in the Columbus Circle shops. Maybe someone would pie him? Maybe only 23 people would show up, ask him to sign their Beanie Babies, and he would leave sad and dejected? The Frisky hopes no one buys his book. I found out that hundreds in attendance did.
Perez was behind a podium, cheerful, and graciously taking questions from whomever had one. "What do you think about blogging in relation journalism?" someone asked. "When did you come out to your friends and family?" "What do you think about the failed amendment on gay marriage in the New York Senate?" Question after question came from fans. FANS! Perez Hilton has appreciative fans, and they were all there to see and support him. College age fans. Nice fans. Fans from NYU. I guess I knew this, I just never saw it play out in real life before.