A. My red-eye flight was NOT non-stop, so, for the record, waking up at 3 am my time to change planes was THE. WORST.
B. My stomach was all messed up-- I did not eat during the layover, and I did not eat when I got off the plane.
C. Which meant that, when the shuttle took 3 1/2 hours to get me from the airport to Times Square, by the time I got here, I hadn't eaten in 17 hours.
I was chalk white, near tears, and loopy as a fuckin' goose.
And I was so tired from the flight and the blood sugar crash that I went to bed and slept until six in the morning. Yeah, I woke up to text people-- including Mate to say I couldn't talk--but I was just wrecked. Between the flight and the blood sugar, I flat out couldn't deal, and fighting sleep was not gonna be a thing.
|Rayna & Elisabeth|
|Pretty, solemn day|
As in, we ate a small item, not quite a meal, and decided to eat later.
Not reckoning on the book signing that started at 5:30. (The book signing was exciting btw-- I got a RITA Flag-- and Rayna made me a meme!)
So, we were okay going IN to the book signing, but by the time we got OUT, we were starving.
|(Kate and Heidi|
And afterwards, we went to hang at the bar ;-)
So, good couple of days-- tomorrow, I go to some classes, talk to some folks, and hopefully have a really good time.
I know that today was pretty damned awesome.