(Not on me. I look awful in red. Besides which, what if someone spotted me?!)
So two of the highlights of my trip to the city were as follows:
Lunch and general running-around with Christine Nguyen-McGrew, one of my crit partners and the best cheerleader a gal could have. (You should have heard her squealing over the phone when I signed with Josh. I couldn't understand a word she was saying. And it was the first time I'd ever spoken with her.)
Breakfast with the illustrious Gabrielle Harbowy, whose soft-spokenness belies the fierceness of her dedication to all things editorial and bookish. You'll see her in action next week during the Baker's Dozen Auction! And, yeah. She looks amazing in the hat.
And here it is: MY BOX OF TEUSCHER TRUFFLES. May I just pause a moment and say that walking into the Teuscher shop and picking out a box of truffles was one of the BIGGEST CINDERELLA MOMENTS OF MY LIFE. I could've stood in there and just BREATHED THE CHOCOLATE all afternoon! And no, the box isn't empty yet. There are exactly 6 truffles left.
THANK YOU, TAMMY!
So there you have it. It wasn't the writing retreat I'd hoped for, but I'm glad I went. Trolleys, Victorian architecture, and the best sushi I've ever had--not much to complain about!
Still. I'm glad to be home. I'm an utter hermit at heart. Which is probably why I write in the first place. Right?
Oh. And today is the anniversary of the first time Mr. A kissed me. Feel free to celebrate at will. *grin*