Sun poked through the clouds Wednesday afternoon when my plane touched down in Seattle. I met my friend Erica in the SeaTac airport baggage claim, and we rode the Skytrain to the Westlake exit. From there, we walked a few blocks to the Sheraton Hotel. So many writers have converged on downtown Seattle, I heard the numbers 10,000-12,000 tossed around, that the waiters at the Sheraton hotel where passing around complimentary drinks while the throng waited in line to check.
Writers, writers everywhere. Our new friend Rikki in line behind us likened the packed line and the cheerful crowd to a “the Tuareg camel market, only with writers instead of camels.” I’ve never even heard of the Tuareg camel market, but somehow that description seemed apt. Let the metaphors and similes begin!
Registration was a snap at the Washington State Convention center, with larger crowds expected to clog the lines come Thursday. Our canvas totes contain a planner with a staggering list of sessions and the program, a fat 225-page mini-phonebook. Take note: Lose your name badge, and you’ll be out $50 if you want another one.
By this time, we’re ready for dinner. We strolled down to Japonessa, a sushi restaurant with a Latin flavor. If you go, try the Mexican Ninja roll, a spicy taste treat. The Seattle Crunch roll, according to Kristine, was like a sushi donut with its tempura shrimp center and creamy sauce. Definitely recommend this place for excellent, fast service and fresh delicious food.
Okay, well, it’s late and like many of the writers here in the lobby of the hotel, heads bent over their planners and pens in hand, I’ve got to go over the schedule for tomorrow, the first full day AWP Conference, Seattle.