I’m here in Huntington, West Virginia, a day ahead of the official start of the conference. The flight was uneventful and a helluva lot shorter than the one to Seattle earlier this month.
I almost didn’t make the trip. Restless me decided yesterday would be my “girlie” day. There was my first mistake. I don’t do girlie very well. Still, I suffered through a pedicure where I nearly kicked the “nail technician” into impotency (I’m very ticklish). I was so thrilled with my pretty toes (he painted flowers on both big hammers), that when I got home, I decided to give myself a facial.
I’m still wondering what the hell got into me. I found an ancient tube of a natural masque, applied it to my face then settled down to watch TV while it dried. I didn’t last a minute. My skin burned and itched and I ran to the bathroom to wash it off—but the damage was already done. At midnight last night, my face looked like a dimpled purplish raspberry.
When I got up to start getting ready, most of the welts had deflated. I still have bumps that look like a normal-ish skin rash and my face burns, but dammit, I’m gonna have a good time.
When I deplaned in Huntington, I met paranormal mystery author, Shirley Damsgard in the airport. We shared the shuttle ride to the hotel, then decided to go to lunch together. She’s lovely, funny and smart. I hope we keep in touch.
Since I have Internet access, I’ll try to let you guys know what’s happening here at Lora Leigh’s RAW!
Later! Need to head back down and see if I recognize anyone.