Swinger

A quick note this morning.  I am going to photograph a woman in her home soon.  I am jittery, nervous.  I will be shooting black and white film for the first time in a over a year.  I've gotten used to seeing the Polaroids in sixty seconds.  I will leave not knowing if I got anything at all.  The last time I shot film, I made many mistakes that culminated in bad or no exposures.

I am to enter through the back door :)

Last night, the Prodigal Girl sent me some quick email photos of her and friends out and about in N.Y.C. with the enviable crowd.  I was sitting at home thinking about watching a movie when they came in.  Drats!  I was moved to go out for a bit.  Before I got sick and hideous, I was planning on going to a little hipster bar up the street.  I thought now that tonight would be the time.

You know what it was like?  It was like going to a bar.  Nothing more or less.  People sat and talked in twos and fours and drifted back and forth from table to table.  There were fat hipsters and skinny hipsters, hipsters in t-shirts and hipsters in shirts with snap buttons. And they were all hipper than I.

I've been to a lot of bars in my life.  A good bar is difficult to find.  And even then, they are usually not good always.  There are some spectacular ones, of course.  I started to make a list, but no. . . I'm not going there.

I would have been better off staying home and watching "Swingers."

But I'm being stupid.

On the way home, I stopped at the 7-11 to get some ice cream.  There were two boys behind the counter.  They were looking at their cell phones and talking stock prices. The fellow who was ringing me up, the one who called me Garcia (I was getting Cherry. . . ), said, "Man, that was at six dollars the other day.  Now it is thirty?  That's insane."

The other boy said, "I'm going to Twitter that."

"I don't know," said hip-hop, "I think that is illegal.  Martha Stewart went to jail for something like that."

Then he passed the change back into my hand with another hip witticism.

Who is the idiot?  I came home to watch a PPV movie and absorb cream fat and sugar.  Yup.  I'm a swinger.