This is the only pic I have so far–that’s the hubby and me, living it up baby. It was a wonderful party and we finally went to bed at about 4 am. I wasn’t thrilled with my hair, though. I wanted it much taller. I’m into big hair.
And we weren’t even too hungover yesterday. I switched to Coke around the time my eyes started swimming and so dragged myself back into moderate sobriety before bed.
It’s a good thing, too, because my reaction when I got home and realized once again my promised book release did not occur…let’s just say I was grumpy and a bit upset.
Which makes the fact Miss S requested pages from me an ever bigger, huger, deal! Lovely to see that right before bed. Makes me think perhaps all is not lost.
I’ll do a better post soon, and I’ll tell all about the party (the poor man on my right ended up having to be carried up the stairs) and the hotel which made us all feel as if Poirot was about to join us, and about seeing the Atlantic Ocean from the opposite coast and how that was kind of a big deal, and I’ll probably rant and go on and on about something as well. But for now, I am basking in the glow of my COM joy.