Snakes on a lens
I want to go to bed, dammit! Well, truth be told, I would do without any sleep at all if I could get away with it, but I need to get some sleep because I have a hell of a weekend ahead of me.
I would be asleep right now, but at the moment, I’m trying to upload 230MB worth of images to WireImage, but the ftp server seems to have a hair trigger for kicking my ass offline halfway through the transfer. So, I’m waiting…
Not that I mind; I’m happy to have the work.
So, the sleep thing. Tomorrow is the beginning of hell week. It’s good that gas prices are down right now. I have to drive from Austin to San Antonio to shoot a function for the AHL, and then directly after, Wayne Gretzky’s Phoenix Coyotes taking on the SA Rampage in an exhibition game at the AT&T Center. Maybe I’ll get a few more moments alone with Wayne.
Sunday I have to come back up to Austin to work on the film, and then back to SA on Monday to shoot some architecturals of a restaurant, then to Pearsall that afternoon for an assignment for Outdoor Life Magazine (more snake handlers – finally, some more danger), then back to SA to shoot a Kinky Friedman campaign function, then back to Austin to cover a movie publicity party at some swanky club on Sixth Street. I am going to be a grouchy bitch come Monday night.
God knows when I’ll find time for a shower before I have to look all clean at the party.
“What’s that smell?!”
“Rattlesnakes and rum. Just go with it, he takes good photos…”
Tuesday – back to Austin for more movie work. Wednesday – back to SA for AHL media day. That’s it, I can’t think past Wednesday.
On a positive note, I found a killer new [old] brew to guzzle. St. Peter’s Old-Style Porter. Find it and try it. Yum. I tend to trust seven-hundred-year-old beer recipes to please me.
Go make some photos.