May 31st, 2009

Voguegirl

Post BEA

It was lovely.

What remains is a colorful impression of book covers and wonderful booth displays and people, a remarkable number of which (given the odds of meeting a friend on a huge and crowded convention floor) I turned out to know. We had conversations with many friends, including blackholly and justinelavaworm and ellen_datlow and China Mieville (who signed his new novel to us) and Jim Minz and Vincent McCaffrey, who I haven't seen in years and years.

And then we had dinner and came back to our house with some folks and read aloud from a book whose prose and photographs were a great source of innocent amusement (no, I won't tell you what it was), and had tea and cookies and then sent everybody home fell into bed and slept for 12 hours straight.

Today, I made a strawberry-rhubarb pie with rhubarb EK bought from the farmer's market Friday, and we're having rhubarb-asparagus couscous and salmon for dinner. And then, yes, we're going out, which is probably unwise, but it's a friend's performance, and they've been to ours and I want to go. If all I have left in me is smiles and nods, then that's all I have left in me.

Back to work tomorrow. Chapter 12 of Freedom Maze, here I come. Ready or not.