Doing Dallas – Day 1
Kristie J here reporting from Dallas
Considering the fact that I haven’t flown in over 27 years, things went swimmingly well. I got to the airport on time, got my boarding pass no problem. Things though have changed in 26 years. I didn’t have to go through a metal detector back them. As I went to go through, the person standing there said I would have to take off my pink colour coordinated belt. See, it has metal holes all through it. Once I did that everything was fine and I was off. It was just a short flight from London to Detroit so I had a single seat and spent the entire flight reading. I liked that. Then I had to go through another metal detector in Detroit. I started going through and the guy said “wait!”
“Ah yes,” I thought, “the belt.” I began removing it and the guy said “No, stop. I just wanted you to go through slower.” After about 15 minutes getting over that embarassement, thinking of this young guard standing there with this older woman charging through, removing her belt, I had calmed down.
As I said, the rest of the trip was uneventful and it seems like I’m not a bad flyer after all. I don’t like take-offs though. I tried to keep my squeaking low for those.
The worst part of the trip was the dear sweet little girl behind me who kept kicking the seat, pulling the seat, squirmed and threw her body against my seat until I was ready to murder the little monster. For two and a half hours she kept it up! And I had a window seat. I didn’t like that too much. Air conditioning, a glass of water, Timmie’s coffee and a tea and I think you can guess what the problem was. The third trip into that tiny space I was wondering what the appeal of being a member of the mile high club was. Those things are Tiny!
OK – I’m here! I was the first one to arrive of the four of us. I decided I could either be my normal shy self or call on my inner Krisite for assistance. I decided to release her. Things went well and I had a couple of nice conversations with strangers while waiting for Wendy to arrive.
At this point I still hadn’t eaten anything all day and it was after two. I went to the hotel cafe, sat down to eat, shocked at the high prices. There was another woman sitting next to me by herself, so calling on Krisite, I asked if she would like some company since it looked like we were both sitting alone. Thereby followed a fascinating discussion about her WIP and while some of it went over my head, her enthusiasm was very infectious.
Right after lunch, I stepped outside for a bit and sat down beside an author – Amie Stuart. We got talking and she recognized my name!! I did the inner happy dance all the way up the elevator. Of course I was aided by that second beer they comped me at lunch. Two beers + empty stomach = buzzed. I thought I’d better go ride it out in the room since I didn’t want to cause embarrasement to myself – so easy to do and already done at the airport.
The buzz gone, I went out to wander around until Wendy, whose plane had been delayed, arrived. Jane and Sybil were to get there a bit later.
I experienced my first squealy fan girl moment though. I was determined to be dignified this week and that lasted about five hours. I was headed up in the elevator when another woman got on. I squinted at her name hoping she wouldn’t notice I was starting to lean close. It was……..Elizabeth Hoyt. I lurve her books. And I gushed. And gushed. She pointed out that I missed my floor and I said that’s alright, I’d rather ride up with you.
*smack my head* I’m consoling myself thinking she was flattered rather than she was approached by a crackpot.
Well, the maid service is here and I have to get out. I also desperatley need a coffee. Further adventures to follow.
And please excuse any spelling errors. I’m doing this on Jane’s laptop and I’m not used to laptops. And I have to get out so I can’t spell check. I have the darndest time finding the delete key on here.