Just a few odds and ends to wrap up the Romance Writers of America Convention. I probably blocked this stuff from my mind on purpose, but it is slowly leaking back into my mushy brain.
On my first day I was so excited by all the cool authors I got to interview, that I grabbed a quick dinner and ran to my room to type up the blog. About 10:30 I finished, glad to be getting to bed at a reasonable hour. I was checking my emails before shutting down the computer and saw a message from Sherrilyn Kenyon: "Did I get confused which is the normal state for me I thought we were meeting tonight. I went down and stood right by the concierge desk from 6:20 to 8. I’m in my room now." ACKKK!! I did NOT just diss Sherrilyn Kenyon, my hero for writing the Dark Hunter series. OMG!! Should I call?? Is it too late?? No, I decide, better to crawl on my hands and knees and apologize as soon as possible. I call her room and start with the "I sorry"s even before she can say hello. Sherri is gracious as always and allows me to come to her room to do the interview. I put my clothes back on (because this hotel is not ready for my nightwear) and run to her floor. What’s this?? There is no room 881. I run around the halls like a lunatic before returning to my 11th floor room to call her yet again. "Sherri…am I in the twilight zone? There is no room 881". After several minutes, we realize there is a separate tower of rooms. Well, I finally make it over there and we gab until 1 a.m. I am back in her good graces because she gives me an advance reading copy of her new Dark Hunter book, Devil May Cry. I love her. (sniff)
The next day I managed to walk through the whole hotel with my sweater inside out. (Someone could have told me!!) And the following night I left my glasses at the Mexican restaurant. (Thanks Erin for finding them for me).
Then there was the night the alarm went off after midnight. I, of course, was blogging away and this loud screeching noise started with a man saying there was an emergency and to evacuate the building. Well, I didn’t want to lose what work I’d done, so I was trying to save it while, once again, trying to get some decent clothes on. I guess I needn’t have bothered with the clothes since the people across the hall came out with towels wrapped around themselves. Yes…just towels. I know I gawked. The guard then came down the hall and told us it was a mistake and we could return to our rooms. The next day I heard that Teresa Medeiros wouldn’t leave her room until she put her lipstick on in case she died, she didn’t want to be found with naked lips. We all have priorities. BTW, she has pictures up of the RWA, so check them out.
Bottom line: Having embarrassing stories is half the fun of a convention…especially if they are about someone else.