Day Was Clear
Saturday. Ah, yes. We went out to celebrate MRE's birthday last night, starting at John Foley's in San Francisco for Guinness and Murphy's before riding over to Club Fugazi to see Beach Blanket Babylon and then have dinner and a night cap at O’Reilly's Irish Pub down the block. I cruised along over this eight hour celebration - a little Guinness, a glass or two of Champagne, more Guinness and an Irish Coffee - to awake in pretty good shape, better than I have this last reasonably clear headed week and ready for breakfast. Two hours later than usual, of course, but that's to be expected.
Beach Blanket Babylon lived up to its reputation - hats, my man, hats - not overly sharp edged, nothing too over the top for the tourist trade, you understand, but nice. I, not thinking, was carrying a camera as I always carry a camera and had to check it at the door. They assured me it would be safe. I thought about it for a moment and handed it over getting it back as they promised when we left. One of those little epiphanies that come from time to time: it's insured, but I have a wedding I've committed to photograph in two weeks, too little time to collect any insurance. Less fun to shoot a wedding without this particular camera, although I have backups that would have worked. That's what's nasty about an amateur shooting a wedding, you do have to deliver the goods, even when you're sitting in the middle of Beach Blanket Babylon. But this is the way of the world.
Rained last night, but the day was clear.