Song of the Day: Without You by Motley Crüe
I should put pants on. Yes, that seemed to be the running theme of MuseTracks in San Antonio. But in our defense, we’re too carefree (and perhaps too old) to care.
Have you ever just been so spent that the moment you get home you take off your pants? Sure you have. Stacey and I both had intense activities we attended in San Antonio prior to the (RWA) Romance Writers of America’s four day conference. By lunch on Wednesday, we were both ready to strip down to our skivvies and crawl under the down comforters of our beds. Never mind we had visitors who stopped by our hotel room. But did we put our pants back on? No! What an eyeful they received, especially since my green undies were emblazoned with “Lucky Angel” across the bum.
The next day, I couldn’t keep my favorite stretchy jeans on. *sigh* I’d forgotten to pack a belt. Thus, I repeatedly tugged at the pants. Ultimately, I gave up on them, changing into a dress. The following day, I wore a skirt. But the workshops were so frigid, I wished I had my pants back on. Saturday, after several more workshops and a seminar, I headed for the room to, you guessed it, remove my pants and rejuvenate before night’s festivities. Damn pants! I was so comfy without them, I dozed off and missed dinner.
Here are a few pictures of the conference – all of which clothing was worn.
The Alamo – a different view.
All I needed on this river walk boat trip was a frosty Margarita.
The unsuspecting hotel lobby – before the hordes of romance writers.
Signing books! Both awkward and exciting!
My bestie and partner in crime. Making pacts and being generally awesome.
Only a portion of my local Northwest Houston chapter. There were a bunch more not pictured. Can you imagine us running loose?
Great workshops galore! This room was so packed, people were sitting on the floor.
Hobnobbing with Boroughs Publishing. And look! Musetracks follower and killer friend (to use the term loosely) Ruth, too!
Editor Chris – always fun!
Speaking of editors…my slave driver, er, I mean, A-freakin’-mazing editor, Mallory!
Took a spooky ghost tour and heard chilling tales. Hotels, street corners, and even churches were plagued by otherworldly happenings.
One of the most haunted places in San Antonio.
Liquor, s’mores, and fluffy socks. Jealous you weren’t at the Harlequin party?
Made to order banana splits, too! *sigh* Heaven…
Put your hands in the air like you just don’t care! Dancing at the Harlequin party!
MuseTracks Hump Day Kick Start diva, Golden Heart finalist, and beauty queen, Sarah!
The view from a terrace at a super secret party on the last night.
My book booty!
Hope you enjoyed the tour. Watch your step as you exit to the left. And be sure to leave a comment for your tour guide – me!