God, I can't believe that it is Monday morning once again. Where did the weekend go? One minute I was hanging out at Pershing Square with my friends Liz Maverick, Stacey Agdern, Leanna Hieber along with Barbara Vey who blogs for Publishers Weekly (and who kindly mentioned my blog Scandalous Women in her column) and Sheila Clover English (whose company creates some of those delightful book trailers that authors have now), and before I knew it, it was Monday again.
In between, I hit Coney Island for my chapter's annual July outing. The lovely Hope Tarr, who has the first Harlequin Blaze historical out this month, joined us. We rode the Cyclone which is one of the few wooden rollercoasters in the country. Needless to say it scared the crap out of me but I went on it anyway. It was jarring and fun and next time I'll remember my neck brace before I ride it again.
We hit Nathan's first for some greasy fries, hotdogs, and seafood and then headed for the beach. That's one of the great things about living in New York, you have a beach within 30 minutes of Manhattan. It was crowded and the water was freezing which was a good combination since it was hotter than hell on Saturday. Leanna actually went swimming and Hope and I just waded in to cool off until the waves kept getting higher and higher and we were in danger of getting soaking wet.
Afterwards, we hit the tiki bar because god forbid we should get on the train back to Manhattan sober. Leanna and Hope paid $15.00 for those long tubes of pina coladas which seemed to be a slushie with a little alcohol thrown in for good measure. The good news? They got a free refill so it actually came out to about $7.50 a piece. And these things were so big, it was about 2 drinks in each tube, so it was probably a good thing the alcohol was minimal, because I don't think I could have carried them both to the train. I would have to have gotten them there one at a time, and propped them up against a column. I stuck to sangria which tasted like grape juice with a kick.
I was knackered by the time I got home so I just vegged and watched 4 episodes of MI-5 and started reading Kalen Hughes Lord Scoundrel. Yesterday, I went out to the Bastille Day celebration on 60th Street, where I indulged in more fried food (pommes frites and mayonnaise), and hard cider from Alsace because once again sober/subway why? Watched Law & Order: SVU marathon.
Oh and I did do some work on my book. I blocked out the first scene for chapter 18, and then worked out what is going to happen in the rest of the chapter. Yeah!
EKM
2 comments:
Hi Liz,
You're a better blogger than I for sure because I'm just getting around to *thinking* about blogging on last weekend while you've done so and now moved on to Monday. You are the author my web person points to as an entre to saying, "Hope, we really need to get you on a more ... regular blogging schedule. (Note: I am trying not to hate you).
Seriously, I had a fabulous time with you and the other RWA/NYC members who braved not only the heat of the day--la challeur du jour (sorry, French club practice)--as well as the cholesterol of the veins to head uot to Coney Island. It was my inaugural trip as you know and I can't think of a more fun group with whom to have my first (but not last) experience.
Next time, tho, I'm passing on the expensive "slushie" and following your lead with the red wine if only to cut the grease in all that scrumptious fried food.
Belated Happy Bastille Day,
Hope
Hi Hope,
It was fun hanging out with you too. We should all get together and have French day, where we can speak French.
Hope to see you in the bar at Nationals, and I would love to interview you for the blog.
Elizabeth
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