For the record, I like North Florida.
Not a soul here has not been kind, with a big smile and an earnestness to help. (We will not discuss the Bird-Bates Hotel-- but even those people are nice.)
To the right is our server at the F.A. Cafe--which, if anyone ever comes to the St. Augustine Beach to eat, you should know that F.A. stands for Fucking Awesome, and it lives up to it's name. She is kind, accommodating, and helped Shannon, my roommate and terrifyingly competent (and amazingly kind) DSP Wunderkind, find someone to help her clean her upholstery, as she spilled soda in her mother's car on the way down.
She also gave us the hook up on breakfast. We like her!
To the left is Shannon (sorry about the red-eye, Shannon!)
I LOVE this woman.
She is funny, kind, and did I mention the competent? If you ever want to get lost in an Amazon jungle, she'd be the one in the boots, the pith helmet and the cammies, ready to lead you to safety. I'd follow her anywhere. I'd especially follow her to a good restaurant, cause we found a few.
To the right again, in the pink, is Amy Di Martino.
She really IS adorable. We LOVE Amy. Amy was the general liason and BFF to the makers of the con, Jennifer and Dolorianne. Amy is so much concentrated goodness and oomph, you just want to bounce with her, because she WILL make your day better.
Did I mention we LOVE Amy?
This is sunrise on the beach. It's really frickin' beautiful, and I got to be out in it. I even had some headshots taken out there-- I'm hoping there's more beach in the shot than there is Amy Lane. Cause, well, look at that sky, right?
These are albino alligators. Yeah, they're in cages! Yeah, they're rare! The St. Augustine Alligator Farm has two of them.
They also have these guys.
This is something long and scary. I think it was breathing. By then, I'd had a cumulative attack of the heebie-fucking-jeebies and we decided to leave then. We passed on the crocodile wing.
This is our booth. It looks very very pretty. I am particularly fond of seeing The Little Goddess books right next to Under the Rushes, A Solid Core of Alpha, and Talker.
Kites on the beach. Pretty. We sat outside and watched them while we had our final discussion of Sunday. And I'm kicking myself for not getting another picture between "Hey, we've set up the table!" and "Kites on the beach!" Because the thing is, in between that, I sat on FIVE panels with Damon Suede. Now, Damon is... well, he's a force of fucking nature is what he is. He's like the the equivalent of three of those kites sailing in a smaller sky. But I did panels and readings with him, and I think, (THINK) I may not have been completely out of my league. I'm calling it a win!