Sunday, April 20, 2008

RT...the last gasp...

In true prophetic form, the final day has arrived and I'm constipated as HELL. Damn hotel doesn't know how to serve a veggie or whole grain if they tried. Is it too much to ask that they throw a little fruit cocktail my way? One would think that for a conference and room price as high as they are they could throw a little whole grain into the bland plastic chicken and rubber pasta luncheon.

Can a get a holla?

After the book fair I hooked up with Cindy Holby, Jade Lee, Isabo "Who's your boo" Kelly. and my roomie and stunt double Carolan Ivey. We were turned away from both of the restaurants in the hotel (so much for the free food coupons - They sit unused in my purse as I could never get into a restaurant to use them) so we hit our suite to stuff our faces with cold pizza, cheese, chips, chocolate and bagels.

Being the detail oriented writers we are, we spent a scholarly afternoon discussing play activities with rabbits, the tripod method and how I managed to mistake Chris Keesler (editor with Dorchester) for a cover model.

He was not amused.

Okay, he really was but seeing that I was standing next to Holby, I think he knew I probably had little to no sense at all and I made those kind of errors all the time. Guilt by association... I vaguely thought about introducing myself as La Nora but I'm far too tall to pull that off successfully.

After our snacking I headed out for dinner. Yeah, I know - I just ate. But one of many lessons I've learned at this hotel is to snag any free food you can as its a hike to get food if you're hungry. The chances of being served in the hotel are slim to none.

The Dorchester party started off with a bang. There were tons o' books to be had and the readers were lined up in droves. I spent my time chair dancing with Isabella Clayton, Kayla Janz and Cassie Ryan - aka the Butterscotch Martini girls. I luvs them...

More later, I need to pry open my eyes and make some semblance of becoming human. The Samhain party is in a few hours and I need to figure out how to get 120 lbs of coffee mugs down 8 floors...

6 comments:

ddurance said...

Constipation and coffee mugs, I just never know what's going to come out of your mouth. LOL

J.C. Wilder said...

Actually, neither do I. :)

Cindy Holby said...

Oh poor Chris Keeslar he is often mistaken for a cover model. And since he was standing by me and I do seem to spend a lot of time with cover models it was an honest mistake.

He has the amazing ability to laugh at himself. Which makes him a great person and a great editor. Something more people should learn how to do.

He also puts up with my craziness which makes him aces in my book

ddurance said...

I know who I'll be standing next to then next year at Orlando. That would be you, Cindy! LOL

Deidre

Cindy Holby said...

Just as long as your ready for the fallout Deidre. Coz when your with me you never know what's going to happen.

ddurance said...

Cindy,

Is that a promise or a threat? LOL

Personally, I'm hoping for chaos and a wild and crazy time.

Deidre