Quiet, Fun Sunday

Last night's party went on until around 5:00am, and I had to crash on the hosts' couch lest I drive myself to jail. I didn't get home until 9:00am, at which point I readied myself to go see my grand-niece's performance in her high school production of Thoroughly Modern Millie. As high school plays go, this one was done pretty well. The director, with whom I spoke afterward, pushes professionalism on the kids, so that any gaffes or problems were dealt with quietly and deftly, in order that no one in the audience — save the parents who saw the show for the fourth time when I saw it once — knew anything had gone wrong.

I didn't take my camera in to the auditorium, figuring that it would be rude to snap photos during the production (it was prohibited when I was in high school productions), but there were parents snapping away. Oh, well.



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That's a Wrap!

par-tuh-HHHHAY!

Emma's Child saw its final performance tonight. There was no official cast party for the show, and I wouldn't tarnish the dignity of the production by calling this debauchery a cast party. As it goes, most of the cast and crew were here at the home of one of the cast members.


At a party where alcohol is consumed, this is what happens
when you let someone "see" your camera.


They wouldn't let me sit between them, but that's okay. I
only would've gotten myself into trouble there.


Startled by the unexpected self-portrait.


Oh, if only I were 25 again...and in one case, a woman. *SIGH*


How many chins is one guy allowed to have?

For the record, I don't recall who took most of these photos, and it's quite clear I didn't take many of them!



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Fresh Heir?

You may have seen this fast food chain in your area, or perhaps in your travels. Since its arrival in Chicago some ten to fifteen years ago, I've wondered often about this company. I mean, look at its name. Now look closely at my name. I dunno. The lack of a capital letter in the name, plus the apparent obfuscation of something by the flag at the start of the name intrigue me. Maybe I could work myself into position as an heir to a fortune...or at least a lot of pizza!





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Faces

In previous posts I had tracked the progress of our Emma's
Child set, but I had never taken or posted a shot of it once it
was finished. Now I have. So quit your belly-achin'.


The not-so-secret secret reason I do theatre: gorgeous
theatre babes! (l. Roula; r. Danijella)



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Bookends

The morning treated me to a nice view. Too bad I could
barely keep my eyes open...


PHOTO NIGHT! The photographer came to take the official
Emma's Child posterity photos. After the performance.



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Well, At Least It's Not a Picture of My Food....

My Wednesday-morning-at-Starbucks thang.



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Basically Uninspired

Well, I've resorted to taking photos of my food. This is the "junior burrito plate" at Taco Burrito King. It's pretty tasty and quite filling. "Junior" must be one fat kid if he can tackle this.

Next I'll degenerate into taking photos of my belly-button lint. Stay tuned!



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