After some long flights and some super long delays, I finally made it to the hotel. As usual I was crazy, stupid, hangry. Low blood sugar is a dangerous thing, especially for anyone in my vicinity. I’ve been known to bite. It’s one of my many not-so-special charms. Well, it was taking forever for my luggage to make it to my room, so I decided to check-in to the RT convention, then go eat the entire town.
As I was checking in, I noticed that there were a bunch of hunky guys signing calendars, and that the calendars were FREE. Ellora’s Cave was giving them out for FREE. So after I signed in, I had to go through the hunk gauntlet to get my calendar signed. Some of the guys were so sweet and hard and gorgeous. Some were just jerks. Par for the course, I suppose. I was so giddy from meeting the hotties, I actually forgot I was hungry. That’s practically a miracle for me.
After I got my calendar signed, I was on a roll and decided to seek out more swag. I went through “Promotion Lane” and got some bookmarks, pens, chocolates, magnets, candles, lotions, flashlights, etc. It’s booty heaven! My arms were full and tired, but the smile on my face said it all – mine, all mine!
By this time, I was seriously in need of food. But first, some booze. Time for a stiff martini to go along with my stiff arms. I do love my alcohol, but I try to keep it real. Like boobs and balls – two is the perfect number. I went into a food coma two-thirds of the way into my meal. My body was screaming nap, but I’m no quitter. I ate every scrap of food on my plate.
As I was headed back to my room, I spotted some of the sweet hunks I met earlier and got some pictures taken with them. I was feeling no pain or shame since I’d slammed my martinis. Here’s a helpful hint – it doesn’t hurt to go on a liquor run before the convention starts. Some events don’t serve alcohol, and sometimes the bar is so full, it takes forever to get a libation. Who wants to wait 78 seconds or so for a drink, lol!
After freshening up, I headed down to the “TexMex Welcome Party.” While the decorations and snacks were great, the drinks weren’t free. Good thing I’d made a liquor run earlier. Although I only stayed for about thirty minutes, I met some really sweet folks who gave me great tips about how to get the most out of RT. Everyone was so friendly! I even made plans to sit with some people at a panel happening later in the week. It’s refreshing to be in an environment where 99% of the people around you are reading, smiling, or trying to hide their smiles.
Afterwards, I went back upstairs and had more “beverage”, then got dressed for the “Ellora’s Cave Fantasy Party.” I was getting pretty toasted by this time. The DJ was playing hip-hop and Motown at the party. Now we’re talking! I attempted to dance a bit, but was prolly just stumbling around. In my defense, I was wearing heels. The cover models were also getting their groove-on and were definitely keeping things lively on the dance floor. While trying to catch my breath, I spotted Gennita Low dancing her ass off and had to buy her a drink. Girlfriend was working up a sweat! Romance readers AND writers and can seriously cut a rug!
After all that dancing, I was ravenous again. No surprise there. Here’s another helpful hint – if possible, try to make a snack run before the convention starts. Unfortunately, I forgot that hint and had to order a pizza from the hotel snack bar. Won’t be making that mistake again. That sh*t ain’t cheap! Then it was off for some beauty sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day!