I'm here to tell ya girls - it pays to be nice to your mother-in-law. As some of you may recall, I read and reviewed Deeanne Gist's latest book, Maid To Match, back in June. I really enjoyed the story, and the one constant thought that was running through my tiny pea brain while I was reading it was "My Man's Mom would really like this story." So I checked the RWA web site, and saw that Gist was going to be at the Literacy Signing and decided to buy a copy for her then.
While chatting with the author about the book she mentioned that she was giving away accommodations to one lucky RWA attendee for a weekend getaway she's hosting at the Biltmore Estate (where the book is set) in late September. I knew about the getaway (it's advertised in the back of the book), and absentmindedly filled out a entry form not thinking anymore about it. I mean, the Biltmore is in North Carolina. I'm in California. And then there's the small matter of me never winning anything. I wouldn't say I have "bad" luck - more like no luck at all. And that, I figured, was that.
Until Friday. That's when I got an e-mail from Gist's assistant that....
I won the frackin' contest drawing!
I thought, briefly, about declining the prize. Yes, swank hotel room is covered. Travel expenses are not. I just got back from RWA, and My Man has to fly back to New York this weekend for a family funeral. So yeah. I thought about declining the prize.
Then My Man took one look at the Biltmore web site and said, "Oh no, you're going."
And in an added bit of good fortune? Remember those baseball game tickets My Man got me and my father for my birthday? Well, the game is Saturday, September 25. Check-in for this getaway weekend? Sunday, September 26. So I can do both! I'll go home to Michigan for the week. Hang out with the family. See some friends. And then Sunday I'm off to the Biltmore for a couple of days. How awesome sauce is that?
I plan to take lots of pictures and soak up the free hotel room which looks off-the-hook. The only thing that has me slightly worried? Costume party Sunday night. Uh, Wendy owns nothing that is remotely appropriate for a Gilded Age costume party. Not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. Either 1) not dress up or 2) try to piece something together. Decisions, decisions.....