I mentioned that on Sunday we went to the local community theater to see Jason, Paul, Curt and Michelle act in a Woody Allen script called “Don’t Drink the Water.” What I didn’t mention is the horrible moment that occurred afterwards.
Imagine this: in one of the final scenes in the play, your friend Jason has to run around stage in his boxer shorts (with little hearts on them) and a straitjacket. When the play ends, he’s taken off the straitjacket but is still in his boxers. Then he walks out into the lobby to greet the audience, still dressed like that.
You would want to get a photo, right?
I pulled my camera out of my purse, slid back the lens cover, and fired, but…nothing. Nothing? I glanced at the screen and was horrified to find out that I’d left all my flash cards, which I’d taken out as backup for my race photography that morning, in my big camera bag! Drat! So I went for my camera phone, but…I’d accidentally left my camera at home!!
For the first time in months, I found myself without any cameras on me. For someone who usually has two, if not three, with her at any given time, it was quite a shock. I felt naked.
Fortunately, Karen saved the day:
(That’s Paul and Curt on top, Jason and Michelle on the couch.)