Honestly, I dunno how thorough this will be because my brain is mush from RT. I do remember some things…
I stalked Larissa. I saw copies of
Reaver. Dear Larissa…why don’t I have Reaver? (I thought I saw Revenant but it was Reaver)
I had beignets and cafe au lait and regular coffee will never taste the same.
Again, why don’t I have
Reaver? ETA: Sad sigh. The REV threw me. I want REVENANT and I thought I saw it.
I saw Ilona & Gordon Andrews and I heard after I’d gone there were BURN FOR ME samplers, so I was sad.
My ankle, which I’d hurt a while back, was killing me by day 2, and I limped off and on (more on than off as the con went on).
Again, why don’t I have
Reaver? (ETA: FYI, I still think I should have Revenant.)
I saw Nalini Singh and she has the prettiest damn pink purse, which I want.
Nalini, why don’t we have Bluebell yet?
We had an epic and awesome social media panel and FYI, Jaye Wells really knows how her stuff, so if we ever do this, I’m volunteering her as moderator. I also threw stuff at people. It was chocolate, though. People seemed to like it and the room was almost full.
I stalked David Morrell and got my husband a signed copy of one of his books–that’s the dude who created RAMBO, guys… RAMBO!
I’m still hung up on
Reaver (that hot R angel) & Bluebell. why…..
I ate more food than what seems humanly possible.
There is too much alcohol available and too much yummy food and I crashed my first ever party…because Cara McKenna made me. Megan Mulry and Anne Calhoun and Jeffe Kennedy and Sasha (twitter, @Caribbeanaccent) had rented this house and I kid you not, it was like this epic bordello that was just a little too much and tried to be fancy and elegant, but went over the line in the best possible way and it was awesome. Cara dragged me in and I said I was crashing but I’d leave if they’d just let me pee and they said no, I could stay. The caterer redefined barbecue. I think angels sang when I took my first bite.
Then there was the street performer. She all but turned the world inside out with her violin and I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anybody play so beautifully.
I also had beignets…I mentioned that right? Drool. I haggled at the French Market and I met a bunch of lovely new readers and I signed quite a few books at the bookfair.
For me, I had fun. There was an issue with a couple of booksellers, but that was the booksellers, and I ranted in private with a member of the RT staff. I met lots of lovely readers, which really, is the point of the signing. I hate that so many had to wait so long. I had to bail early because of my flight. But I had a ball.
Altogether, RT 2014 was lovely.
Now… my favorite pic…