|This is just to prove I was in New York|
A. The meet up in the La Guardia Marriott with all of the AWESOME Dreamspinner authors for a day of workshops.
B. The Rainbow Book Fair on Saturday which was a huge event in a little teeny space.
C. The afterwards, where I got to play in the city with some friends:-)
Now, I probably should have blogged about all of this from the outset--because it would have been fresher in my mind, and because names-- swear to GODDESS I suck at names, and not in the good way, either. But I met some awesome people this time round, and maybe if I try to list them all now I'll remember more and more as I write the rest of the post:
|This is Chris, who will be my lunch buddy from now on.|
|This is Damon Suede who made me drink RWA Kool-Aid.|
There are probably people I forgot--and I'm so sorry--but, as you can probably tell, that first part? Yeah. That was something of a blur.
|This is the inside of the Rainbow Book Fair. It's insanely crowded.|
|Rockefeller Center at night.|
|My Mary. Mine. You can't have her.|
|Lynn. Who is lovely. And I love her.|
|This is the view from my hotel room on zoom.|
|From left: Julianne, Connie, me, Elizabeth, Lynn, & Zahra|
|Lynn, working dutifully with the city as her backdrop.|
|The view from the concierge suite at the Marriott.|
Monday... well, let's just say that Mary and I talked WAY into Sunday night until it WAS Monday, and then she left when I'd finally fallen asleep and then? Then I woke up swimming in sweat because it was suddenly 80 degrees in the damned hotel room. It was only six in the morning NY time and so I called the front desk to have someone fix the damned thermostat. He had a very high tech solution: he opened a window. Sounds simple, right? Except this was the La Guardia Marriott hotel, so named because it's RIGHT NEXT TO FRICKIN' LA GUARDIA AIRPORT, which means that a plane took off every twenty minutes. Ask me how I know?
|The view of CPW from the Egypt Room at the Met|
|Have Seen this painting three places!|
|A Tiffany Window at the Met|
And the Tiffany windows weren't bad either.
Wednesday, it was back on the plane again--and I have to say, that the charm of air travel is no longer quite what it was. I'm tired of feeling my feet swell and getting mashed against strangers, but I do have to admit that Julianne my traveling companion whom I love made all the difference between a shitty trip and an amazing trip-- we talked and talked and talked, and since we talked all the way THERE that's saying something!
And now home.
|A largish housewife in a hotel room in NYC|
I think it was a GREAT trip. And I think home is NEVER overrated.