my-almost-brush-with-greatness

So I am home from conference. I had a great time–did however forget to take my damn camera–grrrrr…….. other folks had cameras and I know there is one photo of Ames licking my salt, er uh, was that a secret?

Anyhoo . . . back to my brush.

So at any given time you could see this or that famous author walking around–yes, just among us regular folks like nothing unusual there–can you believe it? Being the totally crazy gal I am, I decided to volunteer (A LOT) this conference and one day was working the “help” desk–and anyone who knows me know I like to boss people around so it was perfect telling everyone where to go  :-)

So this unassuming gal walks up to me and say, “Hi, I work for  . . . ”

 (the name paled me I am sure–I just hope my mouth didn’t hit the counter)

I don’t want to name drop–but just think of that one author (who I stalked at the literacy signing before I had to take me seat) all authors genuflect to–if not in reality, mentally.

Her assistant tells me of her request–gives me her (the assistant not unnamed big-named author) her cell number and hotel room number. I nod vigorously as I take down all the info and tell her I will get right on it. The moment she leaves, I run looking for someone with a walkie-talkie to pass the note along to and get out of my responsibility! (which of course they laugh at me for being so star-struck)

Then not two minutes later, a gal comes up and has an invite to that very same woman’s party and cannot find the room. I recognize the number–assistant’s cell number–so she calls and finds out the room. It took great strength to look away and not memorize the number to stalk again! (I don’t look good in orange jumpsuits).