George and I had a lovely dinner with Halley tonight. She was easy to spot in her cool blonde hair and pretty pink wool sweater--She's a doll and looks just like her pictures. Of course it didn't hurt that she was the only white girl in the hotel lobby. The Boston Anglo thing made her a dead giveaway.
One word of caution. If you have dinner with Halley you really should bring your inhaler. I thought that at least once during dinner when she made me laugh so hard I choked. That Halley--she can make an asthmatic wheeze. She's a blizzard of sunshine that warmed me up to about 80 degrees. Halley's so full of energy and animated when she talks that I found myself moving extra in my chair to keep up with her.
I have a new term for this. I call it "Hallisthenics." You find yourself doing these enthusiastic internal jumping jacks automatically when you talk to Halley.
If you've met Halley, you'll know what I mean.
So, I made it two years without meeting a single solitary blogger outside of this house and my job. Now in just a couple of months, I've met two dinner tables full of Atlanta bloggers, The Wonderful AKMA and Margaret, and now Halley. It messes with your head, this meeting of words in the flesh. I don't know what it means yet, but I know my world is richer for it.
Sweet dreams Halley!
