This morning I'm winging my way north to the mystery convention known as Bouchercon and my annual meeting with Herself, my esteemed editor.
And I'll be on the Southern Voices panel and attending the Sisters in Crime breakfast (they should serve Bloody Mary's, shouldn't they?) And I'll be meeting various friends for lunch and dinner and hanging out in the book room and going to the Random House "cocktail gathering."
How is a cocktail gathering different from a cocktail party, I wonder? Maybe the dress code is more relaxed.
I hope so. I have three modes of dress -- stained and raggedy, for around the house and garden; clean and presentable but maybe a little faded, for ordinary going out; and the newer, less faded version of clean and presentable for special occasions.
Like cocktail gatherings. Or the Anthony Awards. I'm going to go all out for that and add to my black and purple ensemble (the inevitable black pants, a purple turtle neck and a black cardigan) a sparkly scarf that Molly Weston gave me, knitted by her own hands.
I'm hoping all us nominees will be on stage and it'll be like Miss America with the winner bursting into tears while the rest of us shriek and jump around and hug her/him/them.
And I hope the announcer has great hair like the guy in the video.
I'm taking my laptop and should be able to keep you all posted.
And I'll be on the Southern Voices panel and attending the Sisters in Crime breakfast (they should serve Bloody Mary's, shouldn't they?) And I'll be meeting various friends for lunch and dinner and hanging out in the book room and going to the Random House "cocktail gathering."
How is a cocktail gathering different from a cocktail party, I wonder? Maybe the dress code is more relaxed.
I hope so. I have three modes of dress -- stained and raggedy, for around the house and garden; clean and presentable but maybe a little faded, for ordinary going out; and the newer, less faded version of clean and presentable for special occasions.
Like cocktail gatherings. Or the Anthony Awards. I'm going to go all out for that and add to my black and purple ensemble (the inevitable black pants, a purple turtle neck and a black cardigan) a sparkly scarf that Molly Weston gave me, knitted by her own hands.
I'm hoping all us nominees will be on stage and it'll be like Miss America with the winner bursting into tears while the rest of us shriek and jump around and hug her/him/them.
And I hope the announcer has great hair like the guy in the video.
I'm taking my laptop and should be able to keep you all posted.
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