Usually my Canon Powerhot SD 600 is within a few feet of me at all times. Except on Saturday.
Somehow I left it at home. What makes this particularly tragic is that my long-time BFF Lori came to visit for a night out and I have no documentation of her being here or the sweet dance moves she brought down on Cincinnati.
But I do have this photo of her from a few weeks ago. Just imagine her not wearing scrubs and getting hit on by some freaky UFC dudes and you've pretty much got the scene down from Saturday night.
The rest of last week was incredibly well-documented, however.
It was my last week at the Enquirer, the highlight being me saying good riddance to the dysfunctional Bagel Stop in the lobby, which also has a sometimes violent Diet Coke machine. Take a look.
And I got to say goodbye to everyone (at least until I saw them all again on Saturday night) at a little happy hour, the highlight of that being I got my very first good-bye cover.
Expect another post on that later.
UPDATE: Ronson has a hilarious post about the sometimes violent Diet Coke machine.
1 comment:
Whoa. I thought that CiN cover was real. It shoulda been!
:)
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