Let me begin this recap by saying that my dear friend Shar is a saint.
More on that later.
Thursday morning began with…books. Woo! I want to say the Cajun Queen Riverboat Casino (in the ballroom) was the first reader event I went to, but that might not be true. Although I did spend a lot of Wednesday being Very Important, so maybe.
Anyhoots, there was a very handsome band there.
I don’t think they were handsome on purpose, but it certainly felt appropriate.
This handsome fellow is a cover model who I think has been growing that beard for a year. And who is maybe going to shave it off at the closing reception? I keep getting distracted by his biceps so I forget.
Because don’t we make a darling couple? Our babies will have large breasts.
This here is Heather Snow.
I like her books, but mostly I took a picture with her because she is so daggun adorable.
Also adorable was this woman in a cat dress:
She was, of course, a librarian.
Then I spent the next hour in a state of Gawp and Squee as I sat in on a Candid Conversation with Lisa Kleypas.
Lisa Kleypas and Sarah Wendell from Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
I was tweeting this up a little, so you may already be familiar with my flip-out. She is amazing. Her books are some of my faves. I can’t decide if Blue-Eyed Devil or Smooth-Talking Stranger is my fave contemp but I’m pretty sure Devil in Winter is my fave historical. For now.
Look how remarkably composed I look! It’s all a façade.
But I could not spend all day being a fan girl because I had some parties to host. Woot!
The fabulous Marina Myles and I shared a table, which is kind of hilarious because I write small town contemporaries and she writes historical paranormals. An obvious fit! The concept of our table was opposites – a dark and a light tablecloth, red and white wine. The most important of these is wine.
And the cutest.
It was a lot of fun and very crowded. We played book trivia bingo, cover models gave out prizes, and Shar won a basket. (She got Marina’s; I wouldn’t let her win mine. Because I am a Good Friend.)
Later, Kensington had a party and I had a whole pile of Delicious to sign, which went fast because I think people maybe thought I was Lori Foster? Whatever. Just because I signed her name. La! JK.
Are you Lori Foster?
Let me talk to you about Sarah Title
Why am I making this face at this poor woman?
(Thank you Jules for the pics. You are my new road photographer.)
I shared a table with the delightful Mandy Baxter, who I keep wanting to call Meredith Baxter, and who has a fun-looking romantic suspense book coming out in September.
I also shared the table with snow globes.
I’m sorry, with crystal balls. Aren’t they the cutest? All of the authors had a few to hand out. You’ll notice that this picture was taken in front of a television. That is because my snow globe is in my hotel room. Because I wanted it.
That night was the Pub Crawl, in which hundreds of romance readers descended upon Bourbon Street. They were begging for the frat boys to come back. JK! I hung out with Kensington because I was nervous that Shar was going to cut someone down in an effort to reach all of the bars (and to get all of the prizes and, in turn, the prize for finishing). She did not cut anyone. She did visit all of the bars. I feel very proud of her.
And that is where it started to go downhill for me.
Kensington was stationed at Pat O’Brien’s, which is the place where the hurricane was invented. So I had one. Then, when I went back to the room to get ready for the Saints and Sinners party, I decided I needed a little wine to continue the festive mood.
You see where this is going.
First, let me share with you how cute Shar and I looked:
I cannot do mirror-selfies in the best of situations. That is how I’m going to justify the sixteen pictures on my phone that all look like this.
We got to the party, we met up with Jules, I drank some more wine, and guys, did you know that I am like a really amazing dancer? I am. Even though I was wearing giant wedge shoes (the Disco Shoes made a comeback!] and fell down once and when the strangers I was dancing with tried to pick me up, I fell down again and said, just give me a minute.
And I woke up in my pajamas with a bottle of N2 (Aldi’s brand Gatorade 4 life!) on the bedside table and a box of chees-its on the floor. I remember none of that.
And that is why Shar is a saint. She put up with my drunk ass, which is like my regular exuberant self, but MORE and also with the belief that I am INVINCIBLE.
But I still got up to go to the Inspirational Breakfast Mixer this morning.
But now it’s time for a nap.