...don't let the bedbugs bite

Mario here,

As president of the Rocky Mountain Chapter of the Mystery Writers of America, I was duty bound to fly to New York City for the MWA national board meeting.

This was my third trip on behalf of the chapter. While I anticipated the reunion with the rest of the board, as well as dinner and drinks as only the Big Apple can do, what I didn't expect was bedbugs. Yuck!

Seems Gotham City is infested by the bloodsucking invertebrates (I write about vampires; I get the irony). While we are staying at the swanky Roosevelt Hotel, that was no guarantee we wouldn't get munched on by vermin, especially since the hotel is mentioned in the BedBugRegistry. But management assured us that they had no problems with bedbugs.

Still...besides not wanting to be bedbug chow, I didn't want to risk bringing the dirty little critters home to Denver.

I tore my bed apart looking for the creatures. Nothing, fortunately.

As suggested by the Bedbug Registry, I kept all my clothes wrapped in a garbage bag and elevated off the floor. And I hung my luggage and clothes in the closet. Overkill? Perhaps.

Now, while I had no unfortunate run-ins with bedbugs, the same can't be said for Whiskey Sours. Such an evil concoction, especially when they attack in gangs.