We call it the Habi-trail.
|The habit-trail from the inside|
|Frickin' snow in May|
As my daughter's hamster said, the one that lasted one day before it ran out of the cage, out of the house, and out of our lives, "QUEEEEEEEEKKKKEKKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKK!!!"
And I think I might have still loved it, if it hadn't been for the sneaking suspicion that it made me sick.
I mean, I've had allergy attacks before--I have. I've had the slow and the sneaky, and the quick and the brutal, and I think I've mentioned that, until recently, I could refuse to admit that I had allergies--I just got a nasty cold once a year, when the wind picked up after the rains.
Okay--my allergies that I used to deny even existed just spent the last four days picking me up by the back of the neck and shaking me like a dog.
They mauled me like a cheetah mauls a nik-nik, they jumped down my throat and my head exploded, they chucked my brains through a blender puree and my logic through a meat grinder they...
Ohmygod, I canNOT remember the last time I felt so incredibly shitty. Okay. I can. Mate, Big T, Chicken and I all had the CRAP, and we had it so bad, none of us moved for a WEEK, and when we were done, I had to bleach the furniture before I sat on it ever again.
THAT was the last time I felt this bad-- except, uhm, I don't think I had quite the plethora of drugs at my disposal at that time in my life.
|Still frickin snowing|
Seriously-- Claritin, two kinds of Sudafed-- I've been a walking pharmacy, but I'm TAME compared to what some of the other folks here at RT have been taking. (Vanessa "The Jeep Diva"-- babe, I SO felt for you. I just wanted to cuddle you and put you to bed someplace that DIDN'T give us all the itchy-stuffy-snots.) Anyway, I think by now it's a universally acknowledged truth that something in the hotel has made us all horribly sick, and while my own personal nik-nik-mauling cheetah is finally getting tired and allowing this tuckered widdo nik-nik to toddle around in stoned circles with semi-coherent bleats, there are a couple of days of my life there which will forever be a blur.
A good blur-- don't get me wrong.
|The adorable Jessie|
I just sort of wish I'd felt better for it, you know?
Of course, there WERE some funny moments, even WITH the drugs (or, sometimes, especially with the drugs!)
|Me and Kat the Book Tart|
* One poor woman had the misfortune to sit in and watch BOTH panels I participated in--one on M/M Romance and one on Broken Heroes. Apparently I came out of my stupor enough to make an impression, because when I met her in a random pass of the habit-trail, she was like, "This girl needs some caffeine!" Now, I knew she was being SARCASTIC, because she'd already said I had too much energy. However, the people I was with who had seen me desperately trying to medicate myself out of my phlegm were like, "Oh no-- she's had enough drugs already."
* I FINALLY got to meet Marianne Morea who used to head the PRG and who started writing when I encouraged her on the amazon.com boards. I loved her. She was open and up front and funny and acerbic and our lunch with her and Ariel Tachna and T. Lynn Tolles was entirely too short.
* I got to watch Jesse Potts (who, along with Mary Greznik gave us some lovely mention here and here ) win one of the BEAUTIFUL baskets offered by Dreamspinner Press at the Fan-tastic Day Party on Saturday-- Jesse chose the yarn
|Belinda, Tara, Z.A.M|
|Mary, Ethan, Carol Lynn|
* Gina Lamm got to watch a fan come up to me and say, "Lots of books have made me cry over sadness, but only yours have made me cry for happiness." She loved it so much she wrote it down, because she said her goal is to have someone come say that to her. She's only at the very beginning of her writing career--- but she has so much personality and charm, I have faith that it very much will. (Okay-- not funny, but touching, and I was just so taken with her. My friends were a little worried that I had "fallen among het peddlers" as it were, being put in alphabetical order at the signings, and I had to reassure them that those who wrote het were really very kind and did not bite at all!)
|Gina, who is gorgeous.|
* Katie Lane and Kimberly Lang (other het peddlers, but, again, I'm starting to think that might not be a bad thing, and that the world has changed enough for het to be, perhaps, acceptable in the world of GLBTQ lit) were also seat-mates, and Katie was an adorable owner of a Cairn Terrorist... erm, Terrier, and we swapped dog stories in the quite moments. Kimberly wore a bride's veil in a spunky reenactment of one of her story's moments, and they were both fun and kind to me. We shared things like Sharpies, tape, water, and chocolate, and you forget how much fun it is to make new friends for no other reason than you're humans in the same space. Thank you ladies-- I had fun.
|The train. Delivered. The Food.|
|And this was so elegant, we|
took a picture.
|We ALL took pictures.|
* And don't EVER piss off Tammy May. Seriously. There was a hotel snafu, wherein I was told I couldn't get my books when I SHOULD have been able to get my books and you know something? Tammy had hits put out on people's lives until I got my shit. (Maybe not, but damn. DAYUM did she take care of that quickly. I fall at her feet like the goddess she is.)
Anyway-- that's what I've got. I'm tired, I'm still drugged, and I'm looking forward to a quiet lunch. I'm also really looking forward to going home tomorrow. I have a Mate and a little dog and two small children and a big son who all need me, and if they don't, tough.
I need them so badly, I could cry with it.
I mean, this is Zoomboy being Chewbacca with his sister's belt and a vacuum cleaner part. Who doesn't need that?