So. We get to Denver. As predicted, it's 60 degrees and sunny. Lovely. We hit the rodeo, did some shopping at the stock show (waves to Jack, whose art we adore) and found a neat Mexican place to have supper. (For those who might not know, wheat allergies/celiacs is fairly easy to accommodate at Mexican places, as corn tortillas generally don't have wheat flour in them).
The next day, we decided to go to lunch, then go early to the stock show. We get to Beau Jo's Pizza, which is a Colorado institution *and* they have gluten free pies, and there's white flakes gently drifting down from the sky...
Shawn looks at me, utterly offended, and says, "Lorna. There is SNOW falling from the sky. What is UP with that?"
Cackles. I've only been away from Colorado for 3 years, so this was not surprising to me. The 30 year Texan? Rejects snow as a reality.
By the time our three day stint at ALA was over, we had 7 inches on the ground, and a certain Texan did not want to go outside
We also ate at a place called Panzano's, which had an entire GF menu, and gluten free crostini! Uhn.
ALA went well, and this time around we have a plan for follow through. We have a ton of places wanting review copies, which will be expensive, but it's the only way to make Prizm viable, I think. We had some lovely invitations to go to the GLBT round table social, but it conflicted with our supper reservation, so we had to bow out. Next time, guys. I'll be putting a detailed con report up on the TQ and Prizm blogs at some point.
My dog? Pouted after I got home. For hours. Then I laid down on the couch and she got up on my legs and held me down. She also slept on me all night.
All in all, it was a decent trip, but man, 10 below zero? Is fucking cold