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…)