It is so hard to come back from conference and distill it down into one blog. Okay, sort of impossible. Because I have to admit, I’ve never had so much fun at conference as I did this past week. (Well, with the possible exception of the first NYC conference–remember Diane?) From the Yarn Crawl with Debbie Macomber and company, to the tea with John Charles, to the meetings with Waxcreative–my wonderful web team, to the workshops I gave, to having my DH come down Friday night and spend time with him, to presenting one of the RITAs. It was a blur of excitement and fun.
One of the cool parts of the conference was being right smack in the middle of downtown San Francisco. The cable cars were just a few blocks away, the street cars were right there, and the BART was the best way to get back and forth from the airport–other than having to sort of toss my suitcase over the turnstile, in a very ladylike, dignified manner, I assure you. There was shopping all around us, great places to eat on every corner. Like John’s, where I had dinner and a lunch with Laura Lee Guhrke. The glance of a beautiful rib eye on a plate was all it took to lure the two of us in. When it turned out to be the haunt of Dashiell Hammett’s Maltese Falcon, we knew we’d come home.
Then there was the staff of the Marriott. A huge shout out to Regina at the front desk for being the Queen of the Hotel–she rocked at straightening out my reservation and then when Friday came and I shuffled rooms, she found me a great, quiet, private room for the DH and I. The room was lovely and so is she! (Or as I said to my roommate of the week, Nicole Burnham, “I can’t pack quickly enough and get to my new room.” Even she agreed I’d gotten “the bomb” of a room from Regina. But really, everyone I encountered at the Marriott was kind and helpful and friendly. A great place for a conference.
More on Thursday. If you went, what did you love? If you just love SF, what is your favorite memory of the city by the bay?