So this past weekend I attented the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America (GSRWA) Conference. Of course, I was beside myself with joy at the prospect of going to Seattle for the first time--hello? Coffee Mecca. 

However, I'm sad to report, I never really made it to the original Starbucks store. I know...I'm kicking myself, too. Still, I did manage to squeeze in a bizarre kind of walking tour of downtown Seattle that really began as an "Oh crap, I'm lost" moment. I managed to conquer the bus system and get myself back to the conference in one piece...minus a visit to the original Starbucks. 

So what did I do? Well, I ate the best Fish & Chips I've ever had (and I lived in the UK for 3 years), I got to see some of the artsy parts of the city via google-maps aid as I looked for a way back to the hotel, and, big surprise here, I attended the conference. I have to say the highlight of that conference for me actually happened in an elevator. I'm standing there, riding the elevator down all by myself to hunt down a latte somewhere nearby, when the doors open and who should appear? Cherry Adair herself. I have to say that meeting Cherry in the flesh was all kinds of fun. She's as vivacious and outgoing as you'd expect. I wish she were a character in my books. So in walks Cherry and suddenly I find myself up close and personal with her as she reaches out to adjust my jacket via the zipper and a little shuffling of my ta-tas. Yes, indeed, Cherry Adair got to second base with me. She even apologized for her apparent obsession with boob touching that day. I am, as I was then, amused. It seems like a special kind of honor somehow. Maybe if I lean forward enough over my keyboard the Cherry Adair magic will influence my writing.

Moral of the story? Wonderful conferences often get you to second base.