What a terrific conference.  I’m a tad tired – could be the Grey Goose effect.  The speakers have been excellent and I’ve had an opportunity to see old friends and make new ones.  However . . .

Am I the only person who didn’t know about the Newark Airport gate thing?  Apparently so, since whenever I mention this, everyone offers a patient smile and I’m sensing they are biting back the urge to pat me on my blonde head.  The good news is your flight lands on time in Newark.  The bad news is you have to wait for a gate.  Apparently they have more flights than gates, so you can spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour waiting to reach the terminal. It’s like a parking lot at the height of the holiday shopping season.  Who knew?  Everyone here but me and Karen Robards, I think.

Oh, and I’m at a Sheraton.  I don’t love Sheraton hotels.  I particularly don’t like Sheraton hotels when they are remodeling the room adjacent to mine.  And the concierge quit.  And my desperate plea for a Band-Aid went unheard – apparently the gift shop’s posted opening time of 7AM is, er, flexible.  Oh, and I love the scroll on the TV warning all guests that by recommendation of the local police, no valuables be left in cars or unattended in public areas.

It’s enough to make a girl want to shred her Starwood Preferred Customer card into itty-bitty pieces.

Thank God the conference rocks!

Please don’t forget . . . I’m the guest blogger on The Lipstick Chronicles (http://thelipstickchronicles.typepad.com) tomorrow, and . . .

All next week super agent Donna Bagdasarian will be taking your questions on www.BabesinBookland.com

Regards,

Rhonda