I am sad to say I DID not meet a handsome man who wanted to immediately whisk me away to Paris, when he set eyes upon me today. As Planned. Now that could have something to do with the fact that every man at the Photo Walk looked like my ex-husband, with his tilley hat and his khaki vest with myriad pockets for all the little gadgets that we photographers carry around with us. When I realized THAT, I decided that I wouldn't make eye contact with anyone who did not have breasts. I spent the morning with my eye glued to the camera, and had lunch with the leader, who is a lovely lady. All right, all right. I KNOW I should have something a little more exciting to report to you all, but such is life. I figure once burned, twice shy. My ex-husband is a photographer, did I mention that? Well, he IS and why I didn't make the connection that there could quite possibly be other photographers that would conjure up some scary memories for me, is beyond me. There was a car accident right beside us as we were waiting for the Walk to begin and I considered grabbing a cute fireman (heck, they're ALL cute) and shoving him in my truck and driving him to my house, JUST SO I would have something to report to all my bloggy buds, but they're quick, those firemen. And strong. Sigh. did I ever tell you that years ago when I ran a 70-bed shelter, and we had an arsonist, I would get called in the middle of the night to come down, when another fire was set? No? Well, the point is, all the staff thought I was setting the fires just so I could work with the Arson Squad. I was not!
Having said that, I went to the video store on the way home and rented:
Funny Face, with Audrey Hepburn
A Little Romance, starring Lawrence Olivier
An American in Paris, with (who else but) Gene Kelly