A certain pub of the vowel variety was seen approaching one of their former authors, now a big double-diamond star in her own right for another publishing house. Despite proclamations that said author was persona non grata at their house since she departed, the pub rep present at RT was begging said author for a few books – e-rights only, no need to worry about that printy type business. Things must be rotten in Denmark for begging to supercede earlier vilification.
Meanwhile, a number of authors from one ePub had a marvelous time at the party of another ePub, even though in previous years, the first had drawn virtual barbed wire fences around their authors to prevent fraternizing (or sororitizing?) with the other group. And yet, when the grown ups got to socialize, a good time was had by all.
However, a good time was not had by every single attendee. From the RT Police blotter, a three-times-the-drama tale of a very pitiable cover model. Seems one of the Misters Romance had a history of instability, and his behavior caused a very big stir most of the weekend. First, he scored the room key card of an RT staffer, admitted himself to her room and waited for her return so he could serenade her. He was removed from the premesis soon after – but wait, there’s more. Said contestant returned, and was forcibly removed a second time, this time, according to witnesses, on a gurney.
And then it got interesting.
In the meantime, this contestant’s roommate was understandably horrified by the events so far, and related to other conference organizers how very scary the man’s behavior had been in the room, to the point where the roommate didn’t wish to sleep there. The organizers took pity on the fearful Mr. Romance and moved his room immediately. Meanwhile, the unfortunate model twice removed made his forced departure a hat trick of drama, as he returned to go after his former roomie, and was once again escorted from the premesis by Pittsburgh’s finest.
And there’s more from the police blotter? But of course. And the item, it is not so blind.
Multiple sources have relayed information about a showdown of Barnes/Ewing proportions – perhaps even Hatfield/McCoy levels.
Seems the daughter of one Carpathian author lost her digital camera. Luckily- or unluckily – the lady’s camera was found—by the daughter of another entourage-escorted author. The daughter took it upon herself in Reckless fashion to take pictures of her lovely lady lumps. And by ‘lumps’ I mean her most intimate of selves. No Other Woman would mistake the glory of that lion, or beaver, as the case may be.
When the Carpathian daughter discovered the images upon the return of her camera, she had words with the photographer’s mother, who apparently assured her that her daughter would be spoken to.
However, the caution and conciliatory words concerning the c-pics did not reach the entourage of the Princess of Fire. A few of them, heavily influenced by the Spirit of the Season, headed for a showdown on the dance floor the final night of RT, and had words with the Carpathian daughter, nearly, according to one source, coming to blows about the whole event, telling the owner of those now-very-interesting pictures to mind her own business.
Later, the rumble relocated to a different part of the hotel, and conflicting reports indicate that Pittsburgh’s finest were once again dispatched to placate the angry. The Carpathian mother was seen in tears over the debacle, and many a conference attendee was choosing sides. Perhaps one will wear blue, another will wear grey, and we’ll answer the burning question as to how well one’s bikini wax holds up during close photographic encounters. Regardless, I am hoping Orlando’s finest are not called to the hotel next year for any reason. Drama is one thing, but requiring the attendance of law enforcement is not necessary.
EDITED 4/22 – but wait, there’s still more!
More than one person has emailed me privately to say, “Not so fast, Bitch!” To which I say, “Say what now?” Never let it be said that Bitches don’t listen.
Seems many conflicting report has arisen regarding who took what photos and of what specifically. One source says that everyone involved needed anatomy lessons and not of the Grey’s variety, as the photo in question was a hairy underarm, and not at all one belonging to a woman (though if you don’t want to shave beneath your armpits, who am I to judge?) Another source says that the daughters of either party weren’t involved at all, and the entire showdown on the dance floor was an elaborate choreographed jam session of some sort… and you know, given the amount of production that went into the dinner and luncheon theatre spectacles, I would almost buy that and pay retail.
And a very friendly source who was so excited that a lush and handsome Mr. P. showed how to work her new digital camera told me that first hand, as her own eyes have witnessed, the daughter of the Princess of Fire did no such fanny-snapping, and that the pictures, according to Ms. Princess herself, were most definitely of an armpit, taken right in front of the friendly source, who emailed me immediately to say, “See how armpits can be larger than they appear?”