CZ bust-the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Hey Y’all, I’m back with more adventures of my New York CZ busting experience!

The first-timer orientation was fantastic. The presenters gave us a ton of great information on surviving your first conference. Roxanne St. Clair and Lori Wilde were so gracious and helpful. There were several others that were hilarious in offering their advice as well.

That evening they held a first-timer gathering at the Broadway Lounge located in the hotel. Brenda Davis a friend of mine and I decided to check it out. It was packed, but luck was finally looking up and we managed to snag a table over- looking the bright lights of NY. We ended up sharing with two other women also needing a table. I can’t tell you how great it was meeting other writers who were there for the same reasons we were. Have to tell you though; I was really stepping out of my comfort zone at this point. Going places I’ve never been. Talking to people I’ve never met. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time, but I‘m starting to think I’ve so got this. At least until I got back to the hotel room…

At 11:30 I’m pretty tired and having major fantasies of falling into bed at this point. I know, that’s not all that late, but remember I haven’t really been getting any sleep since arriving do to the roommate situation. Finally, I arrive at my room only to find it barred from the inside so I can’t get in. I knock on the door, praying she’s going to wake up, because really, what the heck am I going to do at this point if she doesn’t? The door swings open, but it’s not my roommate standing there. It’s a man about the size of an NFL player and all I can think is ‘Oh boy! I so don’t got this!’ I find myself standing in a hotel room with a huge man I don’t know and a roommate totally out of it. He’s busy trying to convince me I’m totally safe, while she’s busy getting mad that he’s talking to me. Meanwhile, I’m trying to convince myself I can still handle the situation. My brilliant plan; tell them I’m going to find some water. Of course I’m not at all sure what I’m going to do at this point.

Luckily my writer friend Maria Buscher answers her phone at midnight, riding to my recue and letting me stay in her room the rest of the night. I’m going to have to deal with this situation, but I pull out my best Scarlett O’Hara attitude and decide tomorrows another day.

Wahoo! I made it to Thursday and all the wonderful workshops are beginning. I meet up with friends for breakfast, all of us trying our best to narrow down which workshops to take. There are so many amazing ones offered. Of course my friends are concerned as well over my roommate situation. But the hotel is booked solid and so are the surrounding hotels, so what’s a girl gonna do? Well this girl is going to take herself off to the workshops she’s been dreaming about going to for the past two years and deal with what to do later.

Later came to bite me in the butt sooner than planned. In between workshops I receive a call from security, and I’m told I need to go speak with the manager. All the way up to the 8th floor, I’m wondering if I’m on the verge of being kicked out of the hotel for something my roommates done. Trust me, it could happen. I’ve been pretty brief about all that happened here, but it was pretty bad.

I won’t go into all the details here about what happened, because what I want to leave you with on this post is just how fabulous the Marquis Employees and manager were. And that you can conquer anything you put your mind too. After explaining the situation since arriving and from what they had witnessed, they pulled out a key card for my very own room. They had security meet us at the room and the manager, security and a female employee stayed with me while I packed up; no easy chore with everything I’d gathered since arriving and let’s not forget my attempt to bring my entire closet form home. Security lugged all my belongings to the 39th floor. I almost burst into tears when I realized the clean hotel room that didn’t reek of old alcohol was all mine. Things were definitely looking up. The Daphne award ceremony was just a few short hours away and I was thrilled to be a finalist regardless of the outcome! I went on to kick more CZ butt then I ever imagined! Stay tuned as I reveal how the bad and the ugly took a hike and how It was all good from here. Below is a picture of the view from my new room!

NY view


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2 Responses to CZ bust-the good, the bad, and the ugly.

  1. Oh my gosh, Tricia! I was at RWA, too but commuted from NJ, so I didn’t have to stay in the hotel. I was–I have to admit–a bit jealous of the people who got to social after hours, but I hadn’t considered having such an ordeal with a roommate! I’m glad to hear it worked out in the end. 🙂


    • Tricia Tyler says:

      Thanks Michelle, it really did work out in the end and believe it or not, the experience was so worth it. It made the sweeter moments even better. Stay tuned! I learned so much while being there. Maybe next time you can stay at the hotel. There are some great opportunities to network after the workshops. I just jumped over to your blog post and see you found some even traveling in from NJ. Good for you. I can wait for my next RWA!

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