And farewell to another Bouchercon. So happy to be home with Fire Dog (who seems to have grown an inch in the few days we were away – is that possible?) and yet already missing the warmth of my crime fiction tribe.
Awesome to spend time with people I love and don’t get to see often enough, and to make new friends who I can’t wait to see again at the next shindig. Of course there are frustrations – people you wave at across a crowded bar, intending to catch up with later, but it’s ships passing in the night and then the conference is over. Or you start a fascinating conversation that gets interrupted and never continued.
And to the loved ones who couldn’t make it this year – you were missed, truly.
So lucky to have been included on two amazing panels with incredibly talented (and hilarious) authors and moderators. Grateful to everyone who packed the rooms and laughed along with us as we acted like the idiots we are.
A fabulous time was had. Thanks, all.
A couple women in their mid-to-late 20s got on the elevator - lots of perfume, makeup, jewelry, designer handbags. One of them started rapidly opening and closing her hands, making her bling jangle, and said (in a thick Russian accent): “My hands are itchy to spend money. Let’s go shopping!”
Itchy to spend money. Perfect.