Getting Groped at the Airport and My First Famous Person
I was so excited on the way to San Diego, I grinned like a fool the whole flight.
The last time I grinned this much at an airport, it was 12:00 am and on the plane, I had a whole row of seats to myself. I stretched out with a pillow and smiled with such contentment that one of the passengers laughed at me. “You look happy,” he chuckled.
Lucky me, on this trip I was randomly selected for a feel-up while they searched my bags. Then I was grinning for a whole different reason. I don’t know why I laugh when I’m embarrassed, but when the security guard stroked my boobies, I had to bite my lip.
Then those jerks took my hair crème because it was more than 3 oz. I hope one of the guards put it to good use, but they probably just threw it away.
I hate terrorists.
When I got off the plane, I waited for the shuttle for a long time. Someone next to me wondered if it would ever come.
“Are you here for the conference?” she asked. “What’s your name?”
She shook my hand and said, “I’m Elizabeth Loupas.”
I jumped (seriously, my heels left the ground). “You wrote The Second Duchess!” I could have kicked myself for not reading that book. It was at the top of my list, too.
We talked on the way to the hotel about various things, including whether you have to travel to the places you write about. She said because of the internet, Flickr, YouTube, and travel journals, it’s not necessary. I thought about how much of Sacred Fire I wrote before going to Rome and how much after, and even though it was an amazing experience, I agree with Elizabeth.
Later that day we talked about whether or not to read reviews. She said the negative ones hurt, but it’s good to read them at first. After a while you hear the same things over and over, so she doesn’t read them anymore.
I thought she was one of the few famous people I would meet because the published authors would stay seperate from the little people like me. Little did I know...