Friday and Goodbye!

I can't talk all that much about Friday, because I didn't spend much of it at the Conference.

I had to go home yesterday to say goodbye to a very beloved friend. It sucked. I'll talk about that later, when I know that people won't be stopping in here to see how things are going on at Nationals. Be patient.

I did manage to make it to a few book signings, and that was cool. I got another JD Robb book for my boss, Rick. No matter where I see her, she always looks so gracious. -------------->

I also went to the Harlequin party. At the Ritz Carlton. Yes, I know that I don't write for Harlequin. Yet. But my roomie does, and she was kind enough to let me tag along. I'm adding just a few seconds of video that I took there. (By the way, THANKS to The Man for insisting that I get a new phone, and then hand delivering and installing a HUGE memory card it in for me the other day, so I could do videos and take lots of pictures. He is, as always, my True Hero!!)





Nora danced at the party. As did many others. Including yours truly. Then we went upstairs to the bar to get some food, because only dessert was available at the party and Kristan and I were both starved. On the way up the stairs, we joked about finding some cute guy to buy us drinks and food, since we were dressed and looking very much like the hot chicks that we don't often get to be in our Mommy lives. So of course, we run into an incredibly-past-the-legal-limit man at the bar that accosts us and slobbers on us, and at one point actually slaps my arm. We went to a table, and he was escorted to the elevators. We won't ever make jokes about things like that again. I will, however, make sure that scene ends up in a book, as it was very amusing in retrospect. Not so much while it was happening though.

When we got back to the hotel, we spent a few hours in our room, in our jammies, just talking. I can't describe how cool it is to get to hang around with this up and coming rock star of the romance world. But it's even more cool that we get each other. And when the door closes at the end of the night, when the makeup washes down the drain and the ankle killing FMPs have been stashed in the closet, we get to talk like the old friends that three years of conference and countless e-mails has made us.

I head home today. I'll blog more from there. But this has been a great week, and I thank all of you that stopped in to see what I was doing. I hope you were at least a little entertained!

I'll Keep You Posted (but from Virginia next time!)!!