First, I feel the need to apologize for how "bare" my posts are going to look. I'm using The Boyfriend's lap top and frankly, I'm just not a lap top kind of girl. So don't expect lots of shiny graphics. I have taken some pictures, but I'm thinking they'll be posted after I'm back home.
Yesterday was a full rich day. The Librarian Event was, once again, a very good day. I now have a girl crush on Stephanie Laurens, who gave a great talk on biology and the romance novel (trust me, it ruled). I also really enjoyed the historical romance presentation given by Patricia Rice, Jo Beverley, Jodi Thomas. I got a lot of wonderful goodies, that I'm going to have to sort through and post about later. Sigh. Seriously, I'm working on sensory overload at the moment.
The Literacy Signing last night rocked socks. This was the first year I stood in line for a "big name." I hit Nora Roberts' line early, mostly because I wanted to earn major points with a coworker who lurves the In Death books. I know when I take that autographed book back to work, that my coworker will be over the moon. And also, because I'm selfish, I wanted to get a copy of Tribute for myself.
I bought a handful of books, a few for me, a few for friends. I also stopped to chit-chat with a few people. I always say hi to Kathryn Smith (love her!) and Susan Grant, who had her very adorable teenage son with her. I reviewed both of their debut novels back in the day, and loved both of them, so it's like a sort of "kinship." I know that sounds silly, but for me there is nothing more exciting that discovering an author on the "ground floor."
Then the unthinkable happened. I got a voice mail from The Boyfriend. The Detroit Tigers traded my man, Ivan "Pudge" Rodriguez. As if that weren't heartbreaking enough.....
Pudge's incredible butt (oh, and his talent as a baseball player) is now going to be wearing Yankee pin stripes. PUDGE IS A YANKEE!!!!!
A dirty, dirty Yankee!!!!!!!!!!
For the love of all that is holy, if you're going to dump Pudge can't he go to the National League? You know, where he wouldn't "hurt us" unless we saw him in the World Series?! Ugh!
Rosie was quite flummoxed by my outrage. Well, mostly because she doesn't give a crap about baseball (I hear some of you thinking, "It ain't just Rosie"). But for me, Pudge and his magnificent butt signifies "hope." Because he came to the Tigers back when the team was an embarrassment. They had just lost 119 games the season before. Nobody wanted to play for us. We were a joke. A laughing stock. And signing Pudge put us back on the road to respectability.
And now he's a Yankee. Seriously. Rosie is keeping all sharp objects away from me. But Kristie. Our dear sweet Kristie, who likes baseball. She understands. She's also keeping sharp objects away from me. Bless both their hearts.
At least I'm at RWA. Distraction is the best cure for a broken heart. Oh and in other news? My voice is shot. I've lost it. This is my fourth time coming to RWA and the first year I've lost my voice. Damn. I sound like a two-bit phone sex operator. Oh well. I probably would find my voice if I stopped flapping my gums long enough to look for it. But who am I kidding?