I would dispute $9 for a Red Bull … way too much

This is apparently a receipt for someone’s night out at Tryst in Las Vegas. I’m pretty sure it’s one guy’s bill … he really should worry about drinking alone.

Seen at Cynical C

Such a good Fridog

I couldn’t resist posting this picture of Talulah on this Good Fridog. I found it while looking through some other images.

Lou, Zoe and I have the night to ourselves. Tina’s spending the night with her cousin Kelly. They are shopping all day, going to dinner and then getting a hotel room so they can have one-on-one girly action girl talk.

Girl talk is not only a band, it’s what my niece calls it when we are visiting, and she wants me to leave the room.

Since Tina’s away, the mice will play, you know. I’m thinking about ordering one of the hot, naked chicks in a pamphlet I got while in Las Vegas. Let’s see. On page 6, it says that Dede is $89 while Bebe is $99.

Who should I go with?

I can’t decide.

There’s definitely a $10 difference in hotness between the two. If I order now, I’m sure Dede or Bebe will be here before midnight, right? There’s nothing in the pamphlet that says I’m responsible for their transportation to Chicago.

Honk.

Ah Vegas, how I loathe thee

I’ve been in Las Vegas all of 24 hours. It may be too soon, but I don’t like it here.

I love New York and it’s overcrowded-ness. Vegas is overcrowded, and I think it sucks.

The architecture looks like a bunch of cheesy movie sets. The tourists all have cameras pointed at the hotels. They should turn those lenses back onto themselves.

If this place represents some sort of American ideal, it’s that large amounts of people are suckers. And if you look closely at people’s foreheads, there are “Ls” written on them.

To sell my point, I can see the airport from my hotel room window. I could walk over to it, possibly jump a fence, and walk to the terminal where I arrived. But somehow, the cab ride to my hotel cost me $25. It felt like there is a long route to get to my hotel, and the conspiracy theorist in me says, “It’s because the city wanted to make sure cabbies got the most for their effort.”

Everything cost something here.

Opening the door to my room, I have to insert my key card and behind it send  a $5 bill through the slot. In a few months, they are installing credit card machines so you don’t have to carry cash around.

Yesterday was a long day. Today I’m shooting from about 1 till 5:30 or 6. I want to go out and get some street photography after work.

The people here must be shot, and I must shoot them.

It’s a good thing I’m a photographer and not a rifle enthusiast. 

One of them days

Today has been a doosie for me.

We’re wrapping up on one HUGE project we do every year, which feels really good. It’s an over 20-minute video, and holy hell it’s a lot of work. It feels even better, because it’s the third year in a row that the rough cut has been approved with almost no changes. The satisfaction of delivering a product that is close to “perfect” feels awesome.

There really is no “perfect” product or project as I could find a million things wrong with perfection. But I hope you catch my drift.

I just rewatched one of the DVDs I’m delivering and it’s a solid piece of work. That makes me proud.

It also makes the first large-scale project that Tina and I completed together. She co-edited it with me, and I have to say, I can really see how having her on board is going to make my company better, richer and more professional. She’s proven that she’s an asset many times over.

We’re also nailing down the details of the work that will happen in Vegas on Monday through Wednesday. I feel good about that.

And remember when we were in NY over the weekend and we shot that Bridal show? Well, they contacted us this afternoon and they want us to do photography and video for all of their shows. How fucking cool is that!

We got that phone call because of Tina. She makes me look good. When we were on site at the show, she had just finished a short interaction between herself and our principal contact in which I could tell she made a great impression. When we walked away, I slapped her five and said, “That’s why you’re here.” Lots of the time when I’m on jobs, I’m chomping on my upper lip trying to figure how to get my light balanced, my shutter speed perfect, and my focus to lock. When I’m doing that, I need Tina’s professional ability to set almost anyone’s mind at ease with her amazing personality. While my sweaty, oversized forehead is leaking water and my hair is sticking straight up, I need her pretty face to distract from me.

And she does all the things I need her to do in spades. I love it. I love her. It’s amazing fun.

Today is one of those days we all need. We all need that sense of accomplishment and the sense of ending one thing and moving onto the next. And that’s why … I’m getting a divorce.

HONK!

Did you see what I did there? It’s called a bait and switch … and there’s no telling how miserably it will work in written form.

But, these are the days we all need. When you look at it this way, I guess we really need the heartache, the stress, the sweat and the disfunction that leads into the good feeling. That way the good feeling feels better.

And that’s why hell needs heaven.

Wait a minute … I’m losing my focus.

And this has been the latest installment of … One of Them Days!