|Conference lolly jars|
So I was pretty chuffed when, last weekend, I headed up to the Gold Coast for a conference with my writing sister-hood, the Romance Writers of Australia. Book Thingo has a great round up of events, I have only vague memories of things mentioned in the sessions due to having a hangover for most of it. Okay all of it.
Yes. Alcohol was involved.
And whilst it may sound like I drank excessively, I didn't. But, all those years of pissing it up when I was in my twenties caught up with me back in 1998 (the day after I drank the Lindfield soccer team under the table), and now as I venture into my forties, five glasses of champagne (tight arse hotel sized glasses) over a five hour period leaves me seedy and irritable the next day.
We reap what we sow, it seems.
|I want to go back :(|
Woe was me.
I took a lot of great stuff from the conference, and I'll write a post about it later in the week. But the main message was that I AM GETTING OLD.
And if I am not tucked up in bed by 8pm with a cup of chamomile tea then my body exacts a terrible revenge.