|Sick Author haz a Sick|
|Me and Heather Long|
Good times, right?
It's meant that I've been sort of quiet since there's codeine in my cough syrup and one doesn't like to look a little drunk online. Kind of ruins one's rep and all that jazz.
On my way, someone cut a fiberoptic cable in the tower...adding a massive delay. So by the time the fantastic Heather Long picked me up, I was so frazzled, I shoved my luggage into her car, snapped in, panted for a second and then, like a brontosaurus who just got his tail kicked, faced her and said something classy like, "ZOMG! You're really you!"
|Riverwalk in Rivercenter Mall|
So, then we road tripped to the Menger. I went totally tourist, since the last time I was in Texas I saw three things: The San Antonio Airport, The Road to Lackland, Lackland Air Force Base.
|I didn't shoot JR.|
They also advised me they're in a drought which was why the grass was dead. I don't think if you watered what they were calling grass, it would turn into what we up north consider grass...but that's just a Yankee talkin. I saw cactus, too, and everyone kept telling me it was 'cold.' *snicker* Yeah, it wasn't cold. There were a few days where it was chilly. Cold? No snot freezing in your nostrils weather for the Texans. It kind of reminded me of Colorado, to be honest.
The Menger was haunted. That was badass. Just sayin. And the conference was awesome. If you go look at my facebook wall, my twitter feed, my instagram feed...you can see a TON of pics of authors, pubs, editors I fangirl squeed all over. I met bloggers, reviewers, readers...and a really cool Irish family.
I got to go to South Fork. Saw the Alamo. The Riverwalk. Oh, and that guy? He doesn't know you're looking at him.
Okay, I'm off to chug more hydromet syrup.
|This guy doesn't know you're all looking at him. Shhh...|