For a rehearsal dinner, we had a really nice cookout, Maine style. The lobsters we were eating, young lobsters, according to our hosts, were $5/lb. I know, here, I have a picture of someone pouring boiling water into a sink, but the locals called it a ‘bake’. Don’t ask me, I’m not from there. We ate with bibs and then there were wet naps and then, for desert, there were big dangerous sparklers. You know, not the kind you used to get as a small child, but the kind you were jealous of the teenagers having? Ah, memories.
Posted by matt on 2018-08-21T05:16:42Z GMT
I’m now roughly a month behind again; I’m not sure what night this was, but I think it was the week before Fletcher’s wedding. There’s a good reason for that: I’ve been between computers for the better part of two weeks, and my folks were in town, and before that I was actually in Boston for the wedding. And I’ve been sick since wednesday with some kind of sinus infection. So yeah.
Posted by matt on 2018-08-20T00:21:34Z GMT
Three verticals in one post? What is the world coming too?
Posted by matt on 2018-08-14T06:46:34Z GMT
Odd Salon eccentric: what can I say? I didn’t get photos of half the show, somehow; I feel like I was there but for some reason, I only got half the speakers on film. Maybe I changed rolls halfway and there’s a black and white roll waiting to be developed.
Posted by matt on 2018-08-06T06:42:26Z GMT
So, imagine this: you and 1000 almost-complete-strangers, plus the friends that you trust to look after your cat and a few people you’ve seen at parties, descend on a town in the lower parts of the eastern sierra with PA gear and floaties… that’s priceless. Not to say it was un-organized; the people running the show were quite efficient, actually. It’s a lot of people crammed into a camp made for maybe 2/3rds that number.
Posted by matt on 2018-08-01T07:47:33Z GMT
