picture shoot on Monday

I finally got back the roll of film from the picture shoot on Monday, and there was tiny problem with it all. I had a toothpick in my mouth, but on film, the effect of the toothpick is lost. I was also supposed to have a belated lunch with another guy from the paper, but he begged off at the last moment which didn’t bother me too much because I hadn’t had a chance to work out in the last few day, and it gave me just enough free time to scoot around the the lake and catch some rays. Then I boogied downtown to attend some business matters. Of course, no trip into the down town district is complete unless I stop by Ruta Maya, and no hot spring day is complete unless I have a Ruta Maya/Amy’s Ice Cream shake. And I suppose, no time is complete in downtown Austin unless you get to help out a tourist, “Where’s ya’ll from?” “Yorkshire.” One of the lads ordered up a Guinness, and one of the other girls noted that the English just have to have something from home to make them feel better. The brief discussion included talk about tea, and how these folks actually carry some Earl Grey from home in order to be happy. Now that’s something I can understand. I might get around to putting up one or two of the pictures, but I sure hope that the photographer’s roll of film has some better shots on it. Most of this roll was pictures of me with bare feet, a Hawaiian shirt, a cowboy hat, and some sort of silly grin. Except for one or two shots by the Elvis pictures, and those were weird, “Those look way dark, dude,” opined one Leo. This morning, I don’t have many questions except to wonder whose hair tie this on the coffee table. It’s a white one, not the kind of hair tie I use, and I don’t remember which girl traipsing through the trailer in the last 24 hours left it behind. Virgo, Leo, Capricorn or Pisces? It’s Mars and around midnight last night, I was watching him as he crawled across the sky (in an apparent backwards fashion relative to the other planets).