LaLalalalala Land- A weekend in West Hollywood

Trips are like psychic readings...you hope for the best and usually get a mixture of answers and questions.
On the heels of another jaunt south through a whole lot of nothing on I5 and the Grapevine, which believe me is more than just a song to hum while doing laundry, I have mixed feelings about the effort.
The highlight was, as always, bunking with Kage Alan. (No not in the same bed, get your mind out of the gutter). The man is kind, thoughtful, and always a gentleman, even when it comes to who showers first. Needless to say, he's selfless. Pookie better appreciate what an amazing man he's going to marry in the Big Apple!!
So to be honest, just heading down to LaLa land to hang with Kage Alan, and nothing else, would be enough of an excuse to haul ass southbound.
But, as luck and fate would have it, we actually had a book fair to go to Sunday October 2nd.
And ohhhhh that's when the fun began.
Since we are both anal, and please no puns...we scoped out the fair venue before hand. And like good fair participants we obeyed all the rules. Stupid us!! We arrived while it was still dark out because according to the 'rules' you wouldn't be allowed to set up if you arrived after 7am. Well, while Kage and I sat in the dark with our stomachs growling, no one else seemed to think showing up on time was a big deal. Some moseyed in as late as 930. No one seemed to be 'enforcing' rules. We know better now.
Next- where the booth was located which we were assigned. Well! It looked good on paper but it was behind the main traffic area, where all the old gals of television; IE, Florence Henderson, Dyan Cannon, Meredith Baxter...were signing their pricey hard-bounds.
Us? Near a 'story telling stage' with amplified noise. All flicking day!!! Luckily we had a nice man 'Ryan' on sound who kept it to the minimum, which still meant screaming at the top of our lungs to speak to prospective buyers of our books. To say 9 hrs of yammering nonsense wasn't awful would be a lie. No one could tolerate it. Bad spot at the fair, point for the bad luck fairies.
However, Kage and I persevered. Not only did we rebound customers off each other, saying, "Like erotica? See GA. Like Comedy? Kage is your man." Worked like a charm.
Also it was a pleasure to spend the day with Micheal Perronne and Madison Martin. The two of them complimented Kage and my genres. Madison writes straight romance, and Micheal had some mighty naughty gay porn.
All in all, we sold very well considering no one knew vendors were within screaming distance of the stage. Will we all be there again next year? Who knows?
But Lalaland is the best and worst of everything!
Bumping into Jeff Olson and Rick Sparks while we looked over a menu for a restaurant, ogling lovely pretty boys in and out of Starbucks-
hanging with a group of the best people on the planet? Well, what can I say? Priceless.
The City of Angels...yes, I think I'll keep her.
Be safe-