Just got back from the Polaroid show. It was a quick one. Got there and stood in a CRAAAAZY
line. People playing dirty, cutting in line, stepping on feet. It was a little brutal. Finally got in,
and they were serving free booze. Got a wine but didn't drink it all, I guess I'm getting old. Alcohol
just doesn't appeal to me much anymore, it's really weird. Maybe I'm just tired of getting sick from it.
The display was pretty awesome. over 1500 polaroids across the gallery. Ron and I found mine, and
I took a photo in front of it, even though it's so blurry you can't tell what it is. It's the one
I took of Huntington pier. There were 3 others of mine up on the wall. Not sure if I missed any but
am so happy to see them up. It was a great little feeling inside. Kinda reminds me of the feeling
i'd get on the way to my elementary school birthday parties at Castle Park (theme park), or riding on
that little tram from disneyland parking lot to disneyland. Haha. Cheesy, I know.
After we looked at all the other Polaroids, we listened to the band a while and left. It was SOOOOOO
crowded in/out there! Mad house. So, now we're home and I'm thinking about chicken noodle soup
and perrier. What a nice day and night, it's gonna feel nice to take a warm bath, relax in my pajamas
and watch a movie.
Hope everyone is having a good saturday. Goodnight, time for sleep. Zzz.
Ps-You don't realize how old you're getting until you see photos of yourself close up. Age at its
best at 30 years old. C'est la vie.
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