Earlier this week I was stumping for a Seattle breakfast buddy (or lunch pal), because I’ll be at Sea-Tac on Tuesday on my way to Atlanta. There I’ll be visiting the lovely and talented Beverly Harzog and hanging out with some other writers if we can swing it.
Generally I like to do reader meet-ups when I travel, too. So who’s available on Saturday, Feb. 27?
A week from today I’ll be at Seattle Tacoma International Airport, on my way to someplace else. Between probably 6 a.m.* and about 2 p.m., I’ll be looking for company.
Anybody up for a Dutch-treat breakfast, brunch or lunch?
The ground rules:
What a weird non-vacation it’s been so far. After arriving midday Monday I was pretty hazy. Far too much of Tuesday and Wednesday were spent doing interviews and writing up a last-minute freelance job that I couldn’t turn down. (Hint: It’s not only quite lucrative, it’s also leading to more paying gigs.)
Edits were waiting when I got up this morning, but the S.O.B. is finally done! At least until the copy desk comes a-knockin’. And we’re on our way to eat ribs at Bobby Q’s, so life is looking better all the time.
But that’s not what I came here to talk about.