NJ Romance Writers Conference

I am in New Jersey.

Last night the aroma of pot filled our hallways...not the worst thing.
Internet service in our room is down.
The coffee is weak and the customer service weaker.
The air in our room is hot and dry, the duvet a giant cloud of suffocating goose-fluff that reeks of industrial bleach.

Still, I am having the best time. Why is that?

I have not written a word, but I have eaten sushi and swallowed lots of wine.
My roommate is fabulous.
The hotel is filled to the brim with lovely ladies, most of whom write romance novels.
Happy Hour starts at 3pm...which is only 5 1/2 hours away!