I know everyone will be writing blog posts this week about RWA Nationals but since it was my first one, I have to post even if it's just for posterity. The conference was in Atlanta and I have decided that I love this city. I could live there even with the humidity. Not my hair's finest hour however. Shortly after arrival I had to purchase Morrocan Oil in order to dull down the frizzball effect of the weather.
I flew to Nationals alone. I would have a lot of writer friends there but since I'm good on my own I didn't make plans to travel with anyone. I rode the Marta, which is the elevated train and they also call it a subway so not sure but it was fun. Not a normal experience for someone who comes from Los Angeles. There is very little in the way of public transportation here so this was an adventure!
A very friendly homeless man gave me directions as to which train and stop I should take. I did get lost coming out of the Marta station and had to ask for directions but I made it to the hotel a little sweatier but just fine with the help of some business men and the Hyatt doorman who didn't seem to mind that I wasn't staying there. (I really do need to rethink the way I pack) Apparently a bunch of the hotels are connected by skybridges and I had missed the correct one coming out of the station.
The picture above is in the atrium of the hotel, looking up. It was actually making people dizzy. The design was beautiful and strange at the same time. After I got settled in I went wandering around. I checked out the hotel and what it had
to offer. It was connected by a skybridge, I was starting to catch on a little bit here, to a little mall and food court. I went to the gym and started to figure the whole place out. When I was going back to my room for the evening these were being put on the elevator doors:
I knew I was in the right place, that and the fact that I met Jane Porter in the elevator! This was going to be fun… My tour of Atlanta and visit to World of Coke tomorrow!