No– no I didn’t.
And in spite of my daughter’s attempts to cheer me up with Leonardio diCaprio .gifs — I’m fine. (The Leo diCaprio thing was hilarious by the way.)
Seriously– when Damon Suede heard who won, he was like, “Oh, honey– I had no idea that’s who you were up against.” Tessa Dare won– the incomparable Tessa Dare–and if she hadn’t won, well, Elizabeth Hoyt was right after her.
Yeah, folks– I was playing with giants. I’m pleased to have not been squashed like Bambi.
And since I wasn’t basing my entire notion of self-worth on the award (but I admit the nomination did give that a bit of a bump!) I could enjoy the fineness of the night.
Sarah, my editor, looks astounding, and my Mate and I look pretty good–and he was there, by my side the entire time.
I mean… my Mate was there the entire time.
Don’t I write love stories? Isn’t the purpose of love stories to show that two people in love are worth any number of worldly recognition?
It is to me.
Today, Mate and I went to see the Statue of Liberty and then to see a play. (Hand of God– hilarious and terrible and painful and thought provoking.)
I was a little tired and a little quiet, because hey, it was a big week! But I was with my Mate, and we were having a good time.
And I am still in love. And I’m pretty sure he is too. And one successful love story trumps a minor loss of worldly recognition.
It’s been a wonderful trip.
