An account of my day, from a zombie’s perspective. I think I got more exercise today than I normally do in a week, just from being at Javits and walking around NYC, and I’m not quite sure how I’m awake right now. But I like to do my BEA posts on the day of, otherwise I’m not as detailed as I’d like. zzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzZZZZzzZZZZz *wakes up*
I arrived at Javits bright and early this morning after eating a hodgepodge breakfast designed for maximum BEA efficiency. A few bites of egg for protein, some fruit for energy, and a fried chicken tender for calories, just in case I forgot to eat lunch because I got distracted by ALL THE BOOKS. Oh, and caffeine, which is necessary.
My first goal of the day was to meet Heather Demetrios, because I finished reading Exquisite Captive a week or two ago and am dying to read the sequel. I was the first person in a line that became long and snakish. Is snakish a word? Spell check doesn’t like it, but I do.
I was going to take a picture with Heather, but my phone decided at that moment to crap out, and by the time it unfroze, the moment had passed. But that’s okay.
After meeting Heather, I impulsively jumped into a line over at Harlequin Teen for a book called Legacy of Kings by Eleanor Herman. It was a ticketed signing, meaning they could only guarantee books to the first 100 people in line, but since it was a panel of authors and I’m sure not everybody wanted every book, I decided to cross my fingers and hope for the best, even though I was #105. I ended up getting a copy, and as I talked with her, I realized that the author was surprisingly familiar. It took me a little while to realize it, but she’s the same person I met at the Renn Faire a few years back! And she was in costume again today.
Then there was the Ellen Datlow signing, which I didn’t realize required tickets from a stand that had already closed for the day. But, due to my sleep deprivation yesterday, I accidentally wrote a signing onto my schedule that was taking place at the Horror Writers Association booth, for which I was promptly one day early. And at that booth, I acquired a golden ticket to see Ellen Datlow!
A bunch of other things happened, but it’s all blurring together. I went to more signings and galley drops, and after the last drop of the day, I wandered into a booth where a kind soul handed me a glass of champagne. I made my way back to the hotel, dropped my books off, then embarked on an adventure in NYC.
I blame this all on my sister, who introduced me to the deliciousness that is ramen. Not ramen like you get in a packet for ten cents at the grocery store, but real Japanese-style ramen that is deliciousness incarnate. Having tried ramen in DC and Pittsburgh, I decided that I ought to see how NYC would compare.
After that, I wandered over to the Birchbox store. Birchbox is a beauty subscription service that I’ve been getting for a few months now, where they send you some samples of beauty products for a small fee. I love it because I want to buy the occasional luxury product, but have no idea what to do. Enough on that. I went to the Birchbox store partly for funsies, and partly because my hair was turning into a frizzball from a combination of hotel shampoo and forgetting my leave-in conditioner/heat protector back in Virginia. So I figured I’d treat myself and buy something to tame it. In their physical store, they have a thing where you could make your own box with five sample products, so I also got a sheet mask and settled down for some relaxation. I will spare you pictures of that, because sheet masks make people look like axe murderers. However, it also made my skin not look like I’d spent the entire day dehydrated at Javits.
And now, at last, it is time for bed!