Can you believe it’s a year since the picture taking marathon at the college’s dance recitals?? I was at it again tonight… my annual dose of dance culture.
It would have been a lot greater if I was looking at it from an audience members view but as a photographer you really only see the parts not the sum so, while the content was really impressive, I didn’t get to enjoy the full effect. Hopefully there will be some nice images come out of it. I’ll get them developed tomorrow and show you!!
I did a silly thing at the end of the evening and fell over in the garden.
This is the kind of thing that happens occasionally – I’m not so graceful on my pins as the dancers I had been watching are!!! The funniest thing is that I landed on my face in the garden right in front of Not John… now that’s throwing yourself at someone!!!
I wish the ground had opened up… As it was I leapt up, gave him the thumbs up so he didn’t feel compelled to get back out of his car to offer assistance, shook myself off walked to my car with my head high…climbed in and shrank into my seat… There you have it folks … this chick ain’t so graceful.
Of course it would have been a little bit nice if he had leapt out if his car to see if I were bleeding or dying instead of waiting to see if I was in one piece… (There you have it guys… a little piece of free advice… offer assistance first… even if she might be embarrassed… it would be worth it for the massive leap in estimation she would have of you…). Further proof that I was right not to ask him on a 2nd date!!!
In other news Red is congratulating herself (as am I) for having stumbled across Mr Africa in an online news report… She sends me a casual email … asking, if the hitherto unknown correspondent of mine was in fact a news correspondent as well as an e-mail one??
It seems so…
So, do I tell him I know?
You can probably tell just by looking me that I am not the epitome of grace either, and you make a good point – making sure that someone is not dead is just good manners!
Ooooh, I’m famous! I got a mention on Dee’s site!
Now I can die. Well, maybe not DIE die, perhaps just faint a little and be fanned back to life by an army of muscular men…
And here I was worried that my accidental “detective” work may have gotten me into trouble!
I still say you shouldn’t tell him you know. It might spook him a bit? Especially if he’s the paranoid type (not likely, but still…) because then he might think that you have been spying on him. But that’s just my humble opinion.
Miss Lisa says
and you thought your life was quiet?