Frankly, I thought I'd already done a post for today but couldn't find it. So here I go.
We just returned home from a weekend trip to Vegas to celebrate our 57th wedding anniversary. Yep, 57 years together--can you imagine? Frankly, I lived it and I can't.
No, we didn't go to a show or hit the casinos. We went to my sister's, she and her hubby took us out to a nice dinner. Afterwards we watched the latest Indiana Jones movie on TV and screamed out in all the exciting parts like we used to when we were kids. We spent the whole weekend with them and did a lot of reminiscing, watched home movies of when we were little, and ate a lot of good meals.
Sis and her hubby along with mine, accompanied me to a book signing at Cheesecake and Crime in Henderson. Though we didn't have a lot of people, the quality was great. Two of my cop friends from the Public Safety Writers Association came along with one of the wives, who is a fan of my Tempe series and the president of Epic came. These are two writers groups that I'm very active with. We had a great time talking writing and just talking. Oh, and I did sell a couple of books. And yes, I bought some cheesecake for our dessert that night.
While we were driving to Vegas I read David Morrell's book, Lessons from a Lifetime of Writing, one of the best books I've read on the craft of writing.
We also had some white knuckle driving excitement. We took one of our grown grandsons with us who had never been to Vegas to a friend's for the weekend. (He did do all the things people usually do when visiting Vegas.) This friend lives right off the strip which meant we had to drive in all that traffic to both drop him off and pick him up. Thank goodness for our Magellan or we'd never have made it. The offramp we were supposed to get off on was closed--and people in Vegas are dare devil drivers.
We managed to get there and back unscathed--but it was pretty scary at times. Scarier than ghosts and haunted houses.
That's it--I'm going to watch Dancing with the Stars and go to bed!