There’s nothing like having your agent tell you, “have a few drinks for me at the conference.” 

     “No problem, I can do that.  I won’t be driving anywhere,” I said.  (If you must know, my normal drink of choice is coffee.  Nevertheless, this is a writers’ conference and my agent said I should have a few drinks.  I have permission.  Heck, I’m under orders.)

     However, when I’m knee walking back to my room I may regret my answer.  If later there are pictures circulated of me dancing on the tables, I may regret my answer.  I’ll also emphatically deny that those pictures are of me.

     Since several of us who are attending the conference have the same agent, maybe we can turn her request into a drinking game.  One for us, one for her, one for us, one for…you get the idea.  That way I won’t be the only one knee walking back to my room.

     I need to finish packing.  Where did I put that camera?