Monday, October 12, 2009

Where The Wild Things (Will Be)


Just found out I've got enough scratch for one night at Bouchercon in Indianapolis. What this means: after work on Wednesday I will leave for Indiana and crash at the home of Frank Bill and raid his liquor cabinet, I mean garage. Thursday morning as soon as I'm sober and caffeinated I will continue on to Indianapolis, (perhaps Mr. Bill riding shotgun) and crash the hotel room of Kieran Shea and Greg Bardsley, (who won't actually be there till Friday dammit) and stink up the latrine. Thursday night I will meet up with Scott Phillips and (I'm told) Anthony Neil Smith, Stacia Decker and Dan O'Shea, (maybe more) and play pin-the-kitty-on-the-cozy with substances that rhyme with drunk. Friday morning will find me back on the road to St. Louis with a lifetime's worth of cautionary tales in the back seat. See you there.

5 comments:

Cullen Gallagher said...

Damn. That sounds fun. Live it up. But not so much you forget the blog-worthy stuff.

Paul D. Brazill said...

hard life, mate!

pattinase (abbott) said...

I'd like to think so but I doubt it unless you look in dark corners where I hide. Have fun!

greg bardsley said...

Damn, I wish I were getting there a day earier. ... Don't soil my sheets, Jed

jedidiah ayres said...

Sorry, Greg