This has NOTHING to do with the lovely Michelle Rowen's comment on my last post. Nothing at all, I tell you. So what that I have the memory of a sieve? So what that I've the attention span of a brain-dead flea? I absolutely meant to post about My Dinner With Michelle! And, yeah, if I had been thinking about it, I would have posted it yesterday with my uber-brief Backspace Conference post. But I didn't because...oh, because I suck. SORRY, MICHELLE!!! Mea culpa.
Hey, everyone, show Michelle how much we all love her by preordering a copy (or two) of her upcoming amazing book Fanged & Fabulous! (Yes, I can say with authority that it's amazing. Michelle sent me the ARC. Hah, perks of being an author! We get...READING material!)
So, on Friday night, Heather Brewer (author of the groundbreaking Eighth Grade Bites -- ditto on the preordering, kids!) and I met with the lovely, talented, sexy and sassy Michelle Rowen for dinner at Rosey O'Grady's in New York City. Heather and I hoofed it from the Algonquin (hotel of much evil) and braved the rain to get to the restaurant. And we were only two minutes late. We so rock, don't we, Heather?
Michelle is absolutely amazing -- she's gorgeous, funny, and rather wicked. Excellent traits all around! The three of us exchanged some promo goodies (Heather has lurvely new pins, and you absolutely want one), and then we kibbutzed. Schmoozed. Talked. Laughed evilly. Discussed plans to take over the world. Agreed that we should divide the world into three. (What, we didn't agree on that? Crap. More on the world division later.)
We had a ton of fun, even with a Scary Lady who served us and a questionable chicken and pasta dish that I sort of didn't eat. Hey, I got Coke-flavored rum to drink, so why complain? Michelle's got some terrific projects in the works, and a new book coming out from Shome (Shomi? Heck, I can't spell; I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet) that sounds terrific. We talked shop (you know, Grownup Authory Stuff) and goals (the fun, take over the world stuff) and absolutely no gossip (because we're all Grownupy).
After we'd gotten a lot of looks from Scary Lady (who actually started to count her tip while standing at the table -- dude, really, there's a fine line between scary and stupid), we opted to bring the fun back to Michelle's hotel (yes, she owns a hotel; cool, no?) and hang out in the bar and drink and eat cheese and crackers, and talk about...LOST. Yes, the television show that makes us wonder, What are the writers smoking and where can we get some? Good times all around.
The only complaint? I can't stay up as late as I used to! We wound up parting ways around 11 -- after hanging out for five hours. MICHELLE, move to New York!!!
I (heart) Michelle Rowen, who's much cuter than bunnies with fangs.
7 Comments:
Dear sweet Jesus. Yeah. Um.
I so hate that picture. But I love you! *mwah*
OMG, yes! Michelle is TOTALLY cuter than bunnies with fangs!!
I had a blast (note to self: go give much bloggage in homage to our five hour dinner/schmoozing/Lost-discussion session)...even though our waitress was evil and rude.
Next time, I say we trip her ;)
(Love you guys!)
I hope you didnt tip her. I hate when a server/waiter is like that. Just means I save a little money since their tip wont be very good or even non existent.
Bunnies with fangs?!
You should have left that waitress two pennies for her poor service. Glad you had fun in spite of that! :*)
OMG I LOVED her books.... maybe one of these days I will get to meet her. Jose got an ARC and checked the book daily as I read it to make sure I did not bend the spine... How are you by the way?? I am off to RWA in July to hang with Michele and Dakota should be FUN !
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