Mike’s become concerned that I’m hoarding my wakeboarding photos because I’m reluctant to delete any of them. I’m not too concerned about that at this time, but I do feel I’m on day 2 of detoxing from this exciting sports event. Off and on today I would ask myself, “Why am I not on a boat right now?” and “Why is there no thumpy dance music playing at this moment?” I did ease my discomfort by listening to an assortment of dance tracks on youtube today. I also found myself daydreaming about renting the longest lens available for next year’s event.
I just thought I’d try something a little bit different today. Black and white photos are not really my thing…why shoot black and white when there are all the colours in the world to take photos of? One thing about changing my portraits in B&W is that I noticed a pattern in my portraits. I pretty much compose them all the same way.
This is wakeboarder, Phaedra – my only smiley portrait I captured…besides Rick Shredder from Kelowna, but I’ll get to him later.
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Even zombies can celebrate their birthdays.
Don’t worry, we eventually enjoyed this year’s birthday cake with two glasses of milk – because we’re ten years old – while watching a documentary called, “Smash His Camera“. It’s an interesting documentary about Ron Galella – a paparazzi who especially liked to take photos of Jackie Onassis. He was eventually sued by her and went to court a few times because of his behavior. Also, Marlon Brando punched him in the face. He’s an interesting person and his photos are cool – mostly candids of all kinds of celebrities.
I made our traditional One Bowl Chocolate Cake for Mike and rather than icing, I melted some organic milk chocolate and put that on top.
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Be prepared to do much scrolling down! Below is the story of Donner and his adventure on the dryer! It’s a stacking dryer, so he was very high up! So much drama and excitement!
Let me show you how it unfolded:
Oh no! How with this end? Will Donner be okay? Will Mike be able to save him?
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Mike informed me last night that Saudi Arabia is definitely a culture that celebrates the mustache. He certainly is right about that. So he decided to wear this to the mustache party last night. It was a big hit and the party was fun. We went to a club in Chinatown and even thought we were going to a private party, we had to endure:
- A line up. What? I can’t even remember the last time I stood in line to go to a bar. Yup. I guess that makes me officially old.
- A full-on frisk – no pocket, bump or lump was left untouched. When I asked what they were looking for, I was told, “Drugs, weapons, or alcohol”.
- my backpack being searched. Very thorough – they even pointed a flashlight at my keys and key chain. It was like going through customs.
The heck? People do this every weekend? Who knew?
As you can imagine, the party was well attended and totally fun. My first highlight of the evening was seeing two drag queens getting drinks at the bar. Real drag queens! How exciting! I’ve never seen “professional” drag queens up close before. I tried to get their photos, but no luck. I just couldn’t get close enough to them – stupid dark bars. Really, they need to get better light in those places.
On a side note – no smoking in bars is really weird. I noticed it right away. Where is that smoky bar smell in all your clothes and hair after a fun night? I’ll have to invent a smoky bar perfume for nights like that.
I turned out the big drag queens were the MCs for the evening. They were fun! And raunchy! And said swear words and wore rhinestones!
I handed Mike my camera so I could use the facilities. And guess who came out of a stall the same time I did? One of the drag queens. GASP! I was immediately bummed out that I didn’t take my camera into the bathroom with me. But I never do. It may make some people uncomfortable. I was so impressed with all the women in the bathroom – everyone was so cool -he was one of the girls. It was as though he wasn’t a man wearing a dress at all. But he sure was. I confirmed it. The bathroom stall door was open and I could see he left the seat up.
True story.
