This is just a short story I wanted to
share from the conference...
It’s been a month since the RWA conference
and Sarah and I are still reveling in all the
information we picked up from our time in New York. Every moment was
informative and entertaining, and one
of Sarah’s blog posts about
the trip sparked a memory for me (if I may throw out this quick story).
Before flying out to meet me in Maryland, Sarah had unexpectedly injured her
pinky toe and suspected that it was broken. (It was black and blue and swollen -
we have pictures.) And while she iced it down every night, she never once
complained. Aside from modest mentions that she may need to “sit a
minute," she was a trooper.
And while the hotel had approximately 18 elevators, there was a typically long wait, especially during the high volume times (the end of workshops
and at meal times). Our room was on the 10th floor, and while many of the
events were held on the 6th, we could only sneak up to the 9th floor using the escalators. For
everything else we had to wait our turn because of that pesky deferential of
one floor. It was a challenge to find the stairs because the hotel really
didn't want you using them unless in the event of an emergency. But when
you get a group of determined women together, nothing can stop you. ;0)
The night of the RITA awards dinner we were waiting
patiently with four other authors for the elevator, all of us looking very nice
in our heels and evening dresses. We got to be fast friends with the
other ladies, and as it took way too long for the elevator, we conspiratorially
opted to hit the stairs.
Sarah, go-hard in her heels with a sprained baby toe, bravely hoofed it down
the narrow concrete steps without protest, and the six of us talked as we
trekked. One of the authors said, “This would be a great plot for a
book.” Another cohort then chimed in, “Seven courageous women lifted
their skirts and trudged down the stairwell, all dressed for a party…”
Sarah laughed. “It
can be a round-robin story—we’ll each take a chapter.”
“I’d read that,” I said. “One of the courageous women walking on a broken toe,”
I quipped.
“You’re tromping downstairs with a broken toe?” another lady asked concernedly
and Sarah nodded.
“That sucks," she responded. "Cute shoes though…” she added.
Lol. It was a wild time.
- SNG
Haha, that stairwell was like a freakin' bunker! I'm not sure when I've seen a more narrow set of stairs...EVER. :-P My shoes were pretty cute, though.
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