I never should have left my cozy retreat. I really shouldn’t have.
Upon my arrival back at the beach house, I found that I had a very nice young lady awaiting me with a message about a conference I was supposed to attend, but over the past couple weeks had managed to forget about. She let me know I had less than two hours to pack up and catch my plane back to the continental US. I packed quickly and because she was a professional, got me to the airport in plenty of time.
The conference started on Friday so I had a day to figure out who I was inviting and get them properly attired.
With a phone call I was able to reach Miss Trista and get the appropriate measurements for her outfit.
I got this picture of her in the entrance hall to the conference center. I had wandered off while she put her coat in the cloakroom and could have taken probably another dozen photos before she spotted me behind her.