5:30 pm and ungodly-cold-but-I'm-starting-to-get-used-to-it degrees.
First I had a delightful breakfast with Kim S.
I can't tell you what fun it is to meet blogging buddies.
This is right after I asked her if I had anything stuck in my teeth...
Next we went our separate ways. She to see her agent and me to see mine.
WMA is in a very beautiful building. I had to get a badge to go upstairs. I will stick it in my scrap book...
It was fun to lurk around and take photos of people who I knew previously only by their voices.
Then I had to take a picture of Adam who is Dorian's assistant. He ROCKS too.
Notice what I brought from Hawaii for him? (HINT it's on the desk)
Then I had a decadent lunch with Dorian and had so much fun we totally forgot to get our picture taken together. I will remember to do it tomorrow...
Then I played tourist.
I walked all over town and up to Central Park.
I strolled back and noticed a sign for The Russian Tearoom.
It is simply wonderful inside.
I sipped my tea and heard a voice...
Could it be?
"Dimitri this gin is divine! I may look at your partial after all...are you SURE you know George PERSONALLY?"
There is only one person I know of with that single minded purpose.
It had to be Miss Sna...
I slid my camera out of my pocket.
Slowly I turned.
Step by step.
EEEEK!!!!That damned poodle came out of nowhere! My hand tossed aside like so much salad...My finger slipped like Jerry Lewis on a well-waxed floor.
FOILED, WAX PAPERED, AND TISSUE WRAPPED AGAIN.
I guess this writer is no match for...