So last night after a stopover in Vegas, I got on my flight to the Windy City. No drink service b/c it was so freaking turbulent that the captain ordered the flight attendants to strap in. For me, not that big of a deal — the turbulence, not having even water for 4 hours sucked — as I know that the odds of being in a plane crash are infinitesimal, and having been in one, it’s like getting struck twice by lightning. I’m pretty comfortable in the air. And my seat mates were pleasant enough people all in the same groove, where we’d read our books/kindle/mags for a while and then talk for a while. Best of an unpleasant situation.
Finally, I hit Chicago…at around 1am…made my hotel by around 2am. I was sweaty, tired, dehydrated and all I wanted was a quick hot shower and a bottle of water. I was too tired to find the vending machine. There was no hot water. -.- That is the point where you say F’it and hit the sheets.
Today, much better. I woke up around 8ish local time then tried the shower again. I wouldn’t call it hot, but it wasn’t ball clenching cold either. Around lunch time I walked over to the Adler School of Psychology. Dr. Sarah Frantz I’ve known for a while and it was great to see her again. I got to meet Heidi Cullinan, L.A. Witt and Annabel Joseph for the first time. I also got to meet Edmond Manning in person as well, we’ve talked online many, many times.
The panel went really, really well. I think the audience received it with the right spirit. We got a lot of good questions, that are outside what you normally get asked in author panels.
Then L.A., Edmond and I took off to a coffee shop for free wi-fi and some writing. Lot of fun verbal sparring, we all kinda clicked. It’s nice being around folks where your freak flag doesn’t bother them. Around five we met Heidi and Sarah for Iranian food at Pars Cove. Small place, but
the staff was super nice. I ordered some hummus to start us, and on the house they brought us a bit of their other appetizers as well. They also gave the two of us who didn’t order salad a free lentil soup. The lamb I ordered fell off the bone and tasted just like good lamb should.
After dinner we headed over to the Lambda finalists reading. It was nice. Smallish, but most readings are. I got to meet Marshall Thornton, author of the Boystown series as well.