I have two comments:
1) The whole "buying weed" experience makes me glad I don't do that stuff anymore, and
2) uh, I forgot. Something about assigning gender roles in relationships.

I saw a vid of him on YouTube, a Letterman clip I think, and was struck by how damn handsome the man is--which is totally at odds with how his voice sounds. I'd only heard Sedaris before and had never seen him, thanks to the wonders of a fully networked office and someone having uploaded most of his audiobooks onto an editorial computer.

But yes, that's a damn fine piece. My favorite one of his of all time is the one about St. Nick and the six to eight black men.

Yeah, six to eight black men is great. . probably my favorite also. On the Carnegie Hall CD.

i'm waiting to read it on paper (in the stacks of Yorkers i haven't touched) but i loved the bit he did on Letterman about the male accessories, his being a cathoder.

David Sedaris is pretty much the only author the mister will read consistently. In fact, in the time we've been married, the only books I've seen him read are all the Sedaris books and Freakonomics.

I saw a vid of him on YouTube

This mention made me do a search on YouTube. Here are videos of David (and his sister, Amy) on YouTube.

I know it can be a bit unfashionable in certain circles to admit you love the Sedaris, but I do, I really do. I love the Tooth Fairy piece, too lazy to link. And the Anne Frank Annex visit. If you know and love the man's work, you know what I'm talking about. Thanks, danf.

We have tickets to his reading here next month. He generally signs books in the lobby beforehand. Last time I chickened out of trying to get him to sign The Fountainhead. This time, I am going for it.

Saw him read this in Atlanta last October. Truly awesome.

Almost made up for the pain of having my car break down on the way home from said reading. Almost.

As a longtime Sedaris fan, I found this piece disappointing. For one thing, it was far too short - he raised interesting ideas about gender roles in same-sex relationships, and then really didn't develop the ideas very far; just shrugged off the topic. The weed incident was as well-crafted and funny as anything he ever does, but the rest of the piece wandered narratively.

He used to be a funnier, stranger, wilder writer. Since his life has settled down, his writing has settled with it. This is really good news for him, of course, but a bit sad for readers like me. The insightful personal essay is not his greatest skill, and the more memoir-based and introspective he gets, the less interesting his writing is, at least to me.