I’m supposed to be showering right now (not because anyone told me to, but because, well I have a nose of my own, thank you), but I wanted to grab just a minute to say:
It’s more wonderful than I hoped for. If you think these people all seem smart and funny and clever and nice on their blogs, wait until you ever get to place yourself in a room with 70 or so of them. I am so, so happy right now, and it’s not just because Esme brought cookies or Mary Lee brought chocolate with peanut butter centers or any of that. It’s because people are getting to hang out with friends they’ve never met in person, we’ve all proven we aren’t actually prison inmates who are just posing as librarians or authors (although I still can’t vouch for those who weren’t able to come), and it’s just crazy-wonderful to talk nonstop with so many like-interested people.
It’s time for our cocktail hour soon, then the dinner itself–remember when this started out as JUST a dinner? And a potluck, at that? As my husband said to me when he dropped me off at the airport, “Talk about mission creep.”
Anyway, let me say again that I’m sorry everyone who wanted to couldn’t come this year, but I hope you’ll have it on your minds for next year. Because trust me, this is now A Thing. They don’t call it the First Annual for nothing. Actually, I made up that title, but I’m sticking to it.
Now to wash.