OMG, it was so fun! This was my first Heart of Dixie luncheon, though it was actually the 11th annual occurrence of it. Our guest speaker was the fabulous and dynamic (and truly one of my favorite authors) Roxanne St. Claire. Not only is she gorgeous, but she's nice, funny, and just a great person to be around. After two dinners, two parties, and lots of chatting with Rocki, I know she's the kind of person I really admire and enjoy hanging out with.
But she wasn't the only fabulous person at the HOD luncheon! In fact, I couldn't name them all without having a post a mile long, but I sat with the amazing Debra Webb during lunch. Deb's table was full of readers and we had a great time talking about romance. I learned so much from these ladies this weekend, and came away inspired to write my tail off (oh, if only it were that easy — talk about killing two birds with one stone!).
The one funny thing that happened to me this weekend, however, was on Friday when I hauled my luggage up to the 9th floor and to the opposite end of the hotel from the elevators to join my roomies. I knocked. No one answered. I knocked again. The girl next door (and I do mean girl) answered her door. I called one of my roomies (who, it turns out, left her phone in her car). I didn't have everyone's cell numbers, so I called the only other person whose number I had — she was at the restaurant with Rocki, waiting for the rest of us to arrive. Somehow, I managed to make it to the room of yet another person I knew (on the 4th floor) who hadn't left yet and who let me stow my luggage. Whew! Then it was off to dinner, and back for the party.
I didn't get home until midnight Saturday. Yes, midnight. And then I couldn't sleep right away, so had to check email and flip through a magazine. At 1:30, I woke up my sick and therefore grouchy husband for his NyQuil dose, then went to bed and ended up sleeping until 9:30 Sunday. Ahhhh.
How was your weekend? Any writing inspiration? Any fun or embarrassing hotel stories in your past? (At least I didn't get locked out in my underwear…)
Wow I am so jealous I’m thinking of moving countries! You get to sit beside some really fabulous people!
Congratulations on getting your luggage ALL the way up to the 9th floor and then back to the 4th floor without self induced hairloss 🙂
It’s not like she had to climb the stairs or anything like some kind of Sherpa…there was an elevator.
All in all–grand weekend. I still need a little sleep to catch up, though…
Lol! I’ve actually had to drag my suitcases up nine flights because the elevator was broken! I think I must be scarred for life 🙂
I think I had an image of poor Lynn lugging baggage up and down the hotel while a pair of screaming children attempted to take her out in the hallway and not a bar of chocolate in sight! I’m glad that it was much more humane 🙂
Well, I did a real oops in Las Vegas with Hubby. There were only two elevetors to the hotel rooms at the Sam’s Casino. Hubby had the luggage. The first open door I was able to squeeze in .. but not hubby. So I also had the hotel card. Anyway, I waited and waited and waited for almost an hour for him to knock on the door. Then went downstairs … couldn’t find him. Then went to the car.
He was grouchy, upset and standing in 110 degree weather. Oops. He had knocked on the door… several times. He tried to get someone to open it (the hotel people). They refused. By the time I found him he was mad and dehydrated.
Still not funny. All because we couldn’t get into the elevators… and you didn’t want to walk up 14 flights of stairs. Bad juju.
Hi, Nikki! It was a great time, and there were even more fabulous authors there than you could shake a stick at. 🙂 Though PC rightfully points out there were elevators, it was still a pain to lug stuff up to the 9th floor, walk the length of the hotel to the room, walk back the length to the elevators, etc. My suitcase was on wheels, but I had my hands full with other junk too. 🙂 I would have loved a Sherpa. *GG*
It was humane compared to your vision, but whoa, I can’t believe you really had to haul stuff up stairs like that! I’d have passed out.
Oh Cyn, your story trumps mine! Was this pre-cell phone days? Did he go to the wrong room or did you just not hear him? Poor Otto. I bet he took some time to get his feathers straightened out after that. 🙂 110 degree weather tends to make one grouchy for sure. 🙂
It is one of those pre-cell phone days (1996)… Yea, he was grouchy. I had to put a damp cloth on his head … and yea… it took awhile to get his feathers unruffled.