Normally, today's post would be Saturday snapshots. But I've been a wee bit busy, what with the lying about (or as they say up here in Salem, "aboat") after the mystery illness, and then the mad preparation for the conference. So, not so many pictures. Although I did snap a photo of my awesome, new patent leather loafers that I wore this afternoon. They make me giddy with happiness. Ignore the pasty white legs that are attached.
Tonight, Delia and I sat with Anne Stuart, Lani, a.k.a. Lucy March, and Deborah Blake. Deborah hooked us up with the seats, as she is determined to keep all the Betties together. A very enterprising person made "Proud to Be a Betty" stickers, which we affixed to our name tags. These have prompted some questions regarding "Bettiness." I want to answer, "We're a rag-tag bunch of slavishly devoted blog readers, offering Universal Positive Regard and FGBV's," but I think that would make some folks back away, SLOWLY. So, I just tell them we read Lucy's blog. And then I ask for their business card. Because I am a self-promoting card whore.
Yes, I've gone from contest slut to card whore in a matter of days. It's a slippery slope. As an ice-breaker, Kate George, conference coordinator, organized a Scavenger Hunt. We were tasked with finding attendees based on descriptors. Because my general attitude this weekend is, "What the hell-I don't care!" I basically ambushed my fellow writers in my quest to finish. After interrupting their conversations and quizzing them, I asked for business cards. And then I foisted mine, courtesy of Pyra Promotions, upon them. I've collected some beautiful, creative, and downright racy business cards. I'm thinking of decoupaging a picture frame.
My favorite quote of the evening was, "You don't sound like you're from New Jersey." I heard that three times! And now, for you viewing pleasure, I present Lucy March and Queen Anne Stuart.