Crazy month this has been. I missed you so, did I ever.
First up was a smallish party I had (oh I guess I told you about this already. But I'm going to keep talking anyway). Took photos, but they came out crappy because it was afore I remembered the ISO setting on mon appareil de photo. You know how I get, so you know how consumed I was with the partay. (How I hate that word, and how I love to use it regardless.) Big-time thanks to Emily, Marshall and Julie for pre-party prep help; Jessica for filling the quichettes; and Melissa and Mary for their cleaning-doing. A certificate of achievement and adoration and happy long life to each of you.
Next up was Reunion weekend. You can see a bunch of photos I took here, along with those snapped by Adam and Matthew. I volunteered to take photos Friday. Friday was a very, very hot day. Florida hot. Badness hot. I don't know how people staying in the dorms did it. (Alumni have the option to stay in dorms, see.) Lots of showers? Brought their butlers? Poor butlers, all gussied up in their fancy butler suits. How they hate Reunion weekend.
(Mildly interesting: When I was fresh out of college, I worked at our local teensy, family-run newspaper, The Southtowns Citizen. I was an intern. This meant I did whatever needed doing, for free [except for delivering papers to mongers of different sorts, for which delivery day I got paid $20]. One of these whatevers was the Inquiring Photographer, which I HATED. I was so shy, I would've cut a toe off to avoid doing it. I put it off till the very last minute [Wednesday afternoon] every time, then headed over to the post office to wait in the vestibule, camera in hand, and ask people if they would answer a question for the paper. What a major release of adrenaline and endorphines and spleen juice and probably some grapefruit juice flooded through my body when it was done! But the next week it was just as ominous all over again.)
My point is that now I just walk up to people and ask if I can take their picture. They like me for some reason. Must be my trustworthy, heart-shaped face (I read that somewhere once). I seem to have become someone who is good at customer service. Tell that to the Citizen-days me, and she'll not believe you. She'll kick you in the shins and run away, sure that you have traveled from the future to be tricksey with her.
My Dad just told me a few weeks ago that The Citizen has folded. Alas.
Anyway, at Reunion that night, Friday night, I also volunteered at the Glee Club and Chorus concert. I really like volunteering at this stuff. No kidding. So that long, hot day laid me flat for the rest of the weekend. Probably heat exhaustion. No kidding. It was Wednesday or Thursday before I had a normal day again.
More to come soon, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.
First up was a smallish party I had (oh I guess I told you about this already. But I'm going to keep talking anyway). Took photos, but they came out crappy because it was afore I remembered the ISO setting on mon appareil de photo. You know how I get, so you know how consumed I was with the partay. (How I hate that word, and how I love to use it regardless.) Big-time thanks to Emily, Marshall and Julie for pre-party prep help; Jessica for filling the quichettes; and Melissa and Mary for their cleaning-doing. A certificate of achievement and adoration and happy long life to each of you.
Next up was Reunion weekend. You can see a bunch of photos I took here, along with those snapped by Adam and Matthew. I volunteered to take photos Friday. Friday was a very, very hot day. Florida hot. Badness hot. I don't know how people staying in the dorms did it. (Alumni have the option to stay in dorms, see.) Lots of showers? Brought their butlers? Poor butlers, all gussied up in their fancy butler suits. How they hate Reunion weekend.
(Mildly interesting: When I was fresh out of college, I worked at our local teensy, family-run newspaper, The Southtowns Citizen. I was an intern. This meant I did whatever needed doing, for free [except for delivering papers to mongers of different sorts, for which delivery day I got paid $20]. One of these whatevers was the Inquiring Photographer, which I HATED. I was so shy, I would've cut a toe off to avoid doing it. I put it off till the very last minute [Wednesday afternoon] every time, then headed over to the post office to wait in the vestibule, camera in hand, and ask people if they would answer a question for the paper. What a major release of adrenaline and endorphines and spleen juice and probably some grapefruit juice flooded through my body when it was done! But the next week it was just as ominous all over again.)
My point is that now I just walk up to people and ask if I can take their picture. They like me for some reason. Must be my trustworthy, heart-shaped face (I read that somewhere once). I seem to have become someone who is good at customer service. Tell that to the Citizen-days me, and she'll not believe you. She'll kick you in the shins and run away, sure that you have traveled from the future to be tricksey with her.
My Dad just told me a few weeks ago that The Citizen has folded. Alas.
Anyway, at Reunion that night, Friday night, I also volunteered at the Glee Club and Chorus concert. I really like volunteering at this stuff. No kidding. So that long, hot day laid me flat for the rest of the weekend. Probably heat exhaustion. No kidding. It was Wednesday or Thursday before I had a normal day again.
More to come soon, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.
1 comment:
that and you are incredibly beautiful.
people trust beautiful women-except for when it comes to lending money.
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