Okay, nobody told me about the tiny plane.
I thought I was going to die. But I think I didn't.
Bryan Harnetiaux and Sue Ann Harnetiaux took the best of care of me.
We had meatloaf! (is that one word?).
The reading had the entire Harnetiaux clan and 30 people came. It was my first question and answer period and I was nervous, but I think I managed to scare people away from ever writing poetry.
I stayed in Trish's room. Um, there was a unicorn with her riding it in a tiny painting on the wall. Trish if you're listening, STEAL the painting. It's awesome.