Friday evening’s celebrations included a wet trek to the Bourbon Vieux. The view from the party room’s balcony provided an excellent vantage point one of the “Southern Decadence” (formerly named “Gay Pride”) parades. A number of lovely, half-dressed men in very wet clothing wandered past throughout the evening and many were more than willing to provide a bit of entertainment in exchange for beads. We party-goers on the balcony provided entertainment as well, dressed as we were in Civil War era clothing.
The following evening provided a reprieve from the storm. Lee decided to give everyone the night off, allowing us the opportunity to meander around the French Quarter and remain relatively dry. I was initiated into the experience of drinking an “Irish Car Bomb.” Apparently, they are the drink of choice for a number of regular conference attendees.
All of the writers were kind and welcoming. They were generous with their time and insights, readily willing to share their knowledge and experience with a newcomer such as myself.
The conference had fabulous workshops, from negotiating techniques, to screenwriting tips for authors, to a police procedural question and answer session.