Let’s go back in time to…Tuesday, July 10th. I’d already been in Dallas several days, visiting friends and my youngest older brother (I’ve got two.), so I returned my rental car to the airport, caught a pre-arranged shuttle ride to the hotel and checked into my room. Those Hyatt bellmen certainly do angle for the tips.
May I tell you about our restaurants and amenities?
May I fill your ice bucket?
Is there anything in the area you’d like to see?
Now he was a cutie, albeit a tad (ok, a lot) too young, but I had places to go and people to meet. (I did get him to tell me the quickest/cheapest way to the West End though.)
I’d finished unpacking and sent out a few phone messages when my roomie showed up. We squeeled, hugged, and chattered while her bellman tried the same number.
Here’s your bucks, dude. Now scram! We have catchin’ up to do.
Morag’s unpacking was a tad…er, more extensive than mine. For instance, sho
Yep, that’s the stash of an even dozen for a maximum of 6 days. And not a closed-toe in the bunch, seeing as she’s from Hawaii.
Eventually, I got responses to my messages and Morag
and I had drinks at the bar before heading our separate ways for the evening.
Oh! Picture of my roomie. I have one from the booksigning.
Here we go…
Ain’t she cute? There was some snafu with her books – nearly all the Dorchester authors books actually – and all she ended up with to sign were her new cover flats for Perfidia
. She doesn’t look too broken up about it. Of course, I wouldn’t be either if I were published and had a seat at the RWA Nat’l booksigning. Must be nice.
Okay, so where was I? Met friends. Yes. Elisabeth, Brooke
, and Randy Jeanne
. I LOVE these gals! (I’ll have to find a link for Elisabeth when I unearth her card from my suitcase.)
We ended up at Gator’s in the West End. My suggestion since the few times I’d been there it was a really packed, fun place.
Only this was a Tuesday. We were just about the only patrons in the joint, which meant attentive service (mostly). My Cajun Crawfish Nachos were yummy and the Alligator appetizer Elizabeth ordered was too. Can’t say much for the piano entertainment later on. Maybe he sounds better when there’s lots of noise and laughter in the place? Just for grins, Randy and I went up to the rooftop patio and took pics of each other and stuff like this Gator’s sign.
The picture above is of the last night. The one below is Randy with the too-cute outfit. Of course, she’s got the figure for it.
And that’s Day 1 of Nat’l in Dallas. We’ll skip the other pics, since I have boocoos with either Randy or me in them. You’ll get your fill of us before this recounting of my RWA Nat’l experience is complete.
Let’s see…tomorrow there’ll be famous authors, a woman with a swan hat on – no, really – and more shoes!
I know, huh? Always leave ’em with a cliffhanger.