Front row: Tricia and Liz; Back row: me, Laura and Sara
After dinner, we went to Kidlit Drinks night, where I completely forgot to take photos. I'm sure there are some out there on the interweb already, however. It was lovely to meet so many blog friends, some of whom I've met in person before, and many of whom were new to me. Eventually, it was time to head back to the hotel, where, as stated earlier, I slept with Miss Rumphius.
Saturday: Our day started with breakfast at a fabulous bistro named Bread & Chocolate. I had to take a photo of my spinach & chevre omelet because it was just so pretty. And also because Tricia, Laura and I asked ourselves WWJD (What Would Jama Do?) and decided she'd photograph it. Because that Jama Rattigan likes her food porn. But I digress. Part way through the meal, Marilyn Singer and her husband happened upon us and sat at the next table (I did not photograph their food). What a wonderful way to start the day!
At the Convention Center, I picked up my ALA badge, then hit the exhibits. So many exhibits to see! And man, was it easy to get turned around. At least, I got turned around easily.
I scored a bunch of ARCs for M, including the sequel to Incarceron, which is entitled Sapphique, and Clockwork Angel, the start of a new series by Cassandra Clare (M loved the Mortal Instruments books). I just know she's gonna squee about them! I ran into more author friends, and checked out books by absent friends as well. Check out how pretty Borrowed Names looks at the Henry Holt booth, Jeannine - it had lots of pretty star-studded bookmarks in it!
I was thrilled to see so many friends and acquaintances again, including people I'd met at past conferences in LA and Eastern PA and New England. I tried to make it to friends' signings, but I unfortunately couldn't make all of them, though I did get to L.K. Madigan's signing of The Mermaid's Mirror (squee!) I was really hoping to see her, and was thrilled that it worked out! And I tracked down Jackie Dolamore, who was wearing (wait for it) a fabulous frock. No, really. She was. And that was true every time I saw her! Oh, and I was pleasantly surprised when Linda Sue Park sneaked up on me. And yes, the proper past tense of sneak is "sneaked", not "snuck", even though I think "snuck" sounds better (and appears to be gaining acceptance in some dictionaries). But I digress. Actually, Linda Sue probably walked normally and not in a Wile E Coyote tiptoe manner, but as I was looking elsewhere, I can't say for sure. I can say, however, that Darth Vader did not sneak up on me. I was escorted by Imperial Storm Troopers. See?
They aren't very tall for Storm Troopers, are they? The one to the left said "I think I blinked". Ha!
Tomorrow: More details and photos, including stuff about tea with Katherine Patterson, dinner, meeting award-winning wonder woman and fellow Poetry Princess Tanita S. Davis and her husband - all of which was part of Saturday - and then an overview of Sunday, Monday, and this morning, when the aforementioned Tanita rocked her acceptance speech at the Coretta Scott King banquet! But right now, I'm for bed.