Well, it's 6:00am and I'm just getting ready to hit the sack. After a long night of partying, celebrating my darlin'
Carla's birthday, and (unfortunately) working, I'm beat. I had to leave the group early to take care of some production upgrades for work (gotta love those 2am-5am maintenance windows), but I still had a good time nonetheless. Thank God for VPNs.
I (of course) had my coolpix along with me throughout the evening. With the
Photo Friday "macro" theme here this week, I'm documenting the evening here, with exclusively macro shots... So, here we go:
1. Welcome to the Sex Deli:
Rannie and
Jay came on by in the afternoon to give Carla her gifts -- a SpongeBob key chain and a shiny new game of Scrabble. We decided to break the game in to kill some time before heading out to the bar. Here you can see Jay in the background, and yes those are my real tiles real close up front. My seven letters spelled out "sex deli", although I didn't end up getting to use that phrase. It will be the name of my next album though.
2. Digits: After the game, we headed on out to Cobalt to have some drinks and listen to Carla's friend Trevor spin some tunes. Time to check the cell and make sure everyone's on their way.
3. Girl Drink Drunk: Yes, that's a Martini. My martini. It's a Louis XIV, and it tasted of berries and chocolate. Mock the martini; I'm a cut you. We were joined at Cobalt by a whole bunch of our friends, including fellow bloggers
Jeremy and
David. The rest are just important of course, they just don't have URLs...
4. Get Outta Dodge: Time to leave, gotta head home and hop on the VPN. I kiss the wifey adieu, and we settle up. While the rest of the gang move things over to Lee's Palace for Blowup, David and I hop in a cab to drop him at the subway and me back at home. Walking towards my building, I couldn't help but take a few more shots, which of course leads us to:
5. The End-of-Night Cliche: As I approached the entrance to my building, I noticed the bike that has been slowly rusting against my building's fence for the past year looked different somehow. Some leaves had fallen on to it during the rain. They were doing that thing that amateur photographers around the world like myself can never seem to resist: being dewy. There was just enough light coming down from the street lamps to get a few shots in, so I went nuts. This one came out particularly well I think -- you can even make out the individual cells thanks to the extra magnification of the raindrop. I've posted a few of the out-takes over at the
b-list. Not bad for handheld at 1:30am, with only a weak security lamp for lighting. Nikon really needs to give a medal to the guy who came up with that whole "best shot selector" feature.
And so ends my evening, and one of my longest, most rambling posts yet. I blame society, but you can blame the Martinis and the Rye. Good night folks.
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