2006-09-27

Off

The morning of the day before Bouchercon. The old me would be in full on freak mode, afraid of forgetting something, packing and re-packing as I go over lists again and again with pathetic redundancy.

This morning finds me rather relaxed and bemused. Two cats in heat perpetuating dueling butt songs kept me up. To counter-act this, I've partaken in a rare cup of coffee that I took with my B-complex. May I recommend that others do not follow suit. I have a lovely deep red, burning niacin flush that makes me look as if I've stuck my face on a skillet. I've also had to remove three layers of garish nail polish I applied under a sleeping pill stupor that really brought out the stupid in me.

After a year of chaos, this harvest time event really is a chance for me to see people I adore and to tell them as much. Going on the heels of a day of idiocy just seems right.

So, if you see me, say hi. I'll be the confused one with the long burgandy hair and the soon to wear off (I hope!) inner and outer glow courtesy of B to the max.

Safe journey.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Chick your hair is purple

ben from bleakhouse said...

I can't believe I didn't see you at all this weekend. There were so many cool things--a party with Crimespree, a hot dog eating contest, etc. And where were you?!?!?!?!?!

The funny thing is that there was a girl who looked just like you. But exactly. Bob Ward said she was "feisty."

I'd say that was accurate.

Jennifer Jordan said...

Hey, man, Bob Ward thinks a squirrel with a hard on is "fiesty." Bob Ward's perspective revolves around a set of faulty synapses and the chaos theory. So what the hell does Bob Ward know?

Most people I encountered this lovely yet moist fall weekend described me as "precious" and "old-fashioned" with a twist of "she's very sparkly."

So, once again, what the hell does Bob Ward know?