I'm not sure what it is about the Grand Hyatt in New York City, but I seem to lose stuff there. At the Edgars I lost my red feather boa. Sixteen minutes on hold with housekeeping, three calls to various lost and found wranglers all to no avail.
This weekend at Thrillerfest I lost two brand new hardcover books I'd just bought at Mysterious Bookshop. I know I had them in the bar. I didn't have them when I got home.
I'm going to have to start bringing an intern with me to parties just to make sure I get home with my shoes next time.
And the really snarly part is I was really looking forward to reading Brett Battles new book this morning. Phooey!