Rubios for a quick taco and a beer quivering a bit calm the nerves , please...
Luggage spilling-only three bags -just not used to the hustle and bustle. The City. Writing helps - all the concentration shifts to the thumbs, thumbing the ipod touch.
In walks, dark longish hair, nicely dressed, wheeling a pink suitcase- looks out of place- we exchange a smile. She sits, eats her salad, Fiesta salad, red glasses, green tunic- emerald green, brown pants, black shoes, purse atop your bag. Fellow Blogher? I think, maybe.. Will see if I see you later..
9:15 PM I think I saw you in the lobby, passed right by . That was her, but was it?
10:45 PM In the hall, around the corner from the noise. The din of the collection of writers.
In the hall is right where I want to be.
A baby a woman fellow blogher, taking the babe for a walk Mommy Needs Coffee giving birthmom -Mothergoosemouse- I think, or maybe Her Bad Mother- a break. To hold that baby Ohh, I want to hold that baby- can't get away from them.
Anti- social maybe, but good very good place to be.
Like being a fly on the wall hidden a bit behind and between some columns.
To Be Continued