My big whig meet-n-greet resulted in talking to the three authors who came in to replace me. Everyone else in the 'members only' club was there for a meeting. I did try to strike up a conversation with one woman but she gave me the ice cold shoulder so I went back to my couch. A couple minutes later the President of CBA waltzed in to have a meeting with her, so I decided I was probably hitting up some head honcho with idle chitchat. :p

Actually, I found it fairly humorous because CBA told their members that they could come into this club area to chill out, have some coffee and take a little rest. Meanwhile, they told the authors that the members were there because they wanted to meet authors in person and have chats. I'll say no more than that. :x

I passed out a few more books and had several random chats. A couple radio doors were open that I'd never come across open before, so I poked my head in and dropped off books. Met an author who writes about Christian persecution in America in the somewhat near future and we swapped books and business cards. I stood in line to tell Randy Alcorn how much I appreciated his work and got a copy of 'Heaven for Kids' out of it. Also picked up Max Lucado's new book '3:16.' I called the TV station in Augusta and the producer of 'Club 36' said she was really interested but totally booked this next week, if I'm ever through Georgia again., etc., etc.

I was too pooped to walk the mile back to Bertha in the sun so I slouched into a couch for a couple hours and read one of my new books before walking over to the CNN Center to slum down some Chik-Fil-A. As I ate I racked my brain to figure a scheme for switching the ginormous TV screen from CNN to Fox...but I never could come up with the perfect plan that didn't involve me spending the night in the big house.

The final events of the evening were a 3-song set by Natalie Grant who I realized sang one of my favorite songs <Held>, a worship 'experience' that I'll write about later and a show put on by Bananas Comedy which was pretty funny.

There may not be anyone on the floor tomorrow but other exhibitors, but the publisher told me I could take whatever books were left so I imagine there'll be a few bookhounds like me running around with empty rollerbags. Then I have to figure out how to get myself and Bertha out of here and back to normal life. :)