Monday. The after wedding practice dinner went well last night. I shot a bunch of pictures and ate a good dinner - sushi, as it happens - meeting the families of the bride and the groom. As a “backup photographer” I get invited to the weddings of people I know, but not well enough to be invited without a camera. This is all right. Everyone was speaking Chinese, but there were attractive women all about and it was my duty to take their pictures. A little fatty tuna, a little Sapporo, a couple of snapshots across the table of the bride's maids, another stab at the tuna, another sip of beer, home by eigtht, which left plenty of time to finish William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, which I've been reading for reasons too complicated to mention. I'd heard of his Neuromancer, hadn't read it, so I ordered a copy of it along with Pattern Recognition and I'm going to start it this evening.
Tired today, tired yesterday. I shot some very few photographs at Art and Soul in Oakland on Saturday, nothing too strenuous, but otherwise, other than the wedding dinner, this weekend has been a run straight into a brick wall (and adding another page to the Dykes on Bikes section of ArtAndLife). Don't know why this weekend has had me feeling so tired, but I suspect my mind is telling me something I don't want to hear. Stop, mind.