I can't resist. Plus I'm still exhausted and my brain hasn't started fully functioning again. So here's how the Drunk Writers do Nationals.
I'd just registered and walked into the lobby and who should I find there? That's me (well, of course I found me!), Maureen, Steph and Molly from left to right. Molly shoved a glass of wine in my hand (I still don't know whose it really was) and we were off and running. Sometimes literally. Molly had me out dying in the humidity at 7 a.m. both Thursday and Friday.
There were, of course, tons of parties and lots of meetings and lunches. Then the whole thing wrapped up with the Ritas where our fabulous Molly was recognized with a huge golden statue and wild cheering. This is us celebrating afterwards.
Oh, and lest I forget, Steph and Maureen's shoes. If my brain was functioning again, I would be able to figure out how to turn the picture the correct direction, but it's not. Even sideways, they are still totally fabulous shoes.
I was thrilled to get home (especially after the shuttle picked me up at 3:40 a.m. to take me to the airport), but I miss everyone and I can't wait for next year. I've started dieting already.
