Now, on with the show!
Although I was greeted with a tackle hug and squee at the Izaboutshittin Super 8 Motel (I guess that's how they greet every attendee), you can't see me in this photo. I am on the ground, beneath the butt of the guy on the left, picking grass and a substance I couldn't identify out of my teeth. But, hey, it's the thought that counts.
After freshening up in my room, I went to one of the convention's meet-and-greet events. I have no idea who these authors are, except that they all have stripper names. They assured me they're great writers, in addition to being really freakin' cute and bubbly and fun-loving. When I told them I was camera shy, they informed me I didn't belong with their group.
Next came dinner. Unfortunately, Ruby Netherlips (she's somewhere in the second pic), had partied herself out by then.
It was really too bad, 'cause she missed a great dance. The woman in the middle, Lil Shame, said to me, "You're K. Z. Snow?" (I'm in the lower right corner). "Yes!" I said excitedly. "Never heard of you," she replied.The next day, we had our write-off (that would be the photo at the top), and then we hugged a lot and went home. It was a lovefest and a blast.
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