Going to BEA 2011 was great. Exhausting but great. My focus and main reason for attending though, was Friday's Book Blogger Convention.
Registration/Breakfast/Swag Bag began at 7:15am. I arrived at 7:45, feeling that was plenty of time for swagging since I was already registered and had eaten breakfast before I left the house. I brought my rolling suitcase, although it turned out I didn't need it. (Apparently, most didn't bother. There were under 10 bags checked at the bag check. They looked so lonely sitting there in a tightly packed half row. So different from the proceeding days, when the bag check was overflowing with suitcases.) The swagging had not yet begun though the continental breakfast was in full swing with many tables filled with laughing, talking, noshing women. This was more than I could take at that hour. As I've previously stated elsewhere - Not. A. Morning. Person. So I went for some fresh air. When I returned, the swagging had started. I managed to pick up a couple of books and a book light (Yay! I really needed one of these.) But I wasn't there for the swag and after the excesses of BEA, I was ready to hop off the greed train. (Seriously. I was feeling slightly ill from all the book overindulgence. Kinda the way I feel after eating a holiday meal at my in-law's.)
Registration/Breakfast/Swag Bag began at 7:15am. I arrived at 7:45, feeling that was plenty of time for swagging since I was already registered and had eaten breakfast before I left the house. I brought my rolling suitcase, although it turned out I didn't need it. (Apparently, most didn't bother. There were under 10 bags checked at the bag check. They looked so lonely sitting there in a tightly packed half row. So different from the proceeding days, when the bag check was overflowing with suitcases.) The swagging had not yet begun though the continental breakfast was in full swing with many tables filled with laughing, talking, noshing women. This was more than I could take at that hour. As I've previously stated elsewhere - Not. A. Morning. Person. So I went for some fresh air. When I returned, the swagging had started. I managed to pick up a couple of books and a book light (Yay! I really needed one of these.) But I wasn't there for the swag and after the excesses of BEA, I was ready to hop off the greed train. (Seriously. I was feeling slightly ill from all the book overindulgence. Kinda the way I feel after eating a holiday meal at my in-law's.)