Bouchercon starts on Thursday morning, and I'm headed up to Baltimore tomorrow afternoon to settle in at my friend SueLin's and meet the members of my panel.
Bouchercon is basically one big high school reunion for the crime fiction world, and I'm looking forward to seeing lots of people I haven't seen for months or even years (Scott Phillips, find me!).
So I want to look my best, especially since I've spent the last month dressed in black in a windowless concrete bunker -- but this is where I run into a vast gaping hole in my knowledge base and skill set.
I don't know how to do any of the girly stuff, not really. A makeup artist on one of the game shows I did showed me how to put on makeup (finally, in my mid-30s), but it's still not something I do well. I get in trouble when I try to pluck my own eyebrows, and my cousin Sheila once compared my lipstick application skills to Bette Davis's in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (Okay, that was one night at Drag Queen Bingo, and I might have been Lipsticking Under the Influence.)
My fingernails have been mangled over the past two weeks of loading in and loading out, and I was thinking this morning that I might try to hide this with a bit of polish ... but then I remembered that it's one more thing I don't know how to do. I also don't know how to keep fingernail polish from chipping.
It's probably too late in the grand scheme of things, but if you see me at Bouchercon looking unkempt and have any ideas about how to fix that, feel free to offer. I'll be grateful.