I walked back through Times Square and figured out that the giant Transformer that was barricaded off was a prop for the cast of the movie making an appearance. They smiled and posed on a stage while cameras rolled and a crowd similar to a concert watched. I spotted The Naked Cowboy strumming his guitar, a cowgirl in a bikini (maybe they're a couple?), a few patient policemen letting tourists take pictures with them and counted 5 dogs. (I always count the dogs I see when I go to the City, since I see more there than in the 'burbs where I live.)
I got in line on the first floor of the Marriot Marquis and the woman in front of me promptly told me which author she was there for and showed me her book. She asked where my books were. I told her that I had a few books I had brought with me to get signed, but decided to leave them in the car because I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to bring them in. After several minutes of asking me where my car was, how long it would take me and strong encouragement to get my books, I ultimately did. Mistake.
Remember that concert sized crowd I mentioned before? On my way back to the Marriot, I got caught in it. If I been paying attention even a tiny bit more, I could have avoided it. It was hot, you know, summer in NYC-concrete-pressed people-hot. I wondered if I fainted, would people trample me or just step over my body? One little old lady tried to push and elbow her way through, until a gentleman sternly told her that other people were trying to get through too. “But I’m late!” She screamed. “We’re all late ma’am. This is not just about you!” Of course, this didn’t stop some other guy from shoving in front of me, elbowing me in the side and stepping on my foot. Yeah, I’m talking about you guy with the red knapsack! It seemed to take forever to get through the swamp of people that wasn’t even a block long. It wasn’t only because they were craning their necks to see what was going on and trying to snap pictures on their cell phones. It was because there were. Just. So. Many. People.
Once I got inside the Broadway Ballroom, the noise and crowd reminded me of the tourist packed area of Times Square that I had just left. Eeek! I took a deep breath and headed over to a corner to get my bearings, snap a few pictures and put my raffle tickets in the giveaway baskets. Then I was ready to throw myself into the fray.
Oh and the lady who pushed in front of me not once, but twice and told me you’d be “just a second.” I really am not happy with you. I understand you are friends with the authors, but wow. Plus, you were way longer than a second. In fact, I waited so long, I left the table to seek out other authors on my list.
But I was cheered up when Mitali from Alley of Books found me for a quick hello and Verb Vixen introduced herself to me. I just started following her because I thought her purple haired profile pic is cool. Good decision on my part! I was impressed that Mitali bought no books. No books! What willpower!
As I was walking around in a bit of a daze I stopped at Wendi Corsi Staub's station because I recognized her books. She gave me a devil dog and we chatted about locations in New York State.
|Wendi Corsi Staub.|
I really wanted to get a few books signed by Sherilynn Kenyon, but it was 8:30 and I was tired and in pain from walking and carrying around a heavy load.
So there I am hobbling back to the parking garage and I’m looking at a man sitting on the sidewalk with his prosthetic leg off with a sign around it saying he was a disabled vet when my co-worker steps in front of me with her sister. After a few hugs and a few minutes of “What are you doing here?" “How weird!” and the Vet pointing to us and calling out to passersby “See? That’s nice! See that? Now that’s nice!” we both continued on our way. I gave the Vet a dollar because his prosthetic leg was decorated with cool artwork.
I made it home. Exhausted, with back pain, foot pain, shoulder pain and a wicked headache probably from dehydration. I apologize that this post is kind of cranky and crabby and negative, but those few hours in the city were truly taxing. But worth it? Definitely.
Here are a few pictures from the signing. More books on my TBR pile!
|Tera Lynn Childs.|
|Sherilynn Kenyon (3rd from left).|
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