A Weekend Gone Too Fast

On The Wall
Originally uploaded by Terz.

What with Chestnuts and a going-away party (more a drink fest, actually) on Friday for the one who's going to NS; Rojak last night, with the option of continuing the partying at Loof (declined because of today's shoot that started at hours preternatural); and then there was the shoot proper - started at 6 am, but call-time was a half hour before that and I hadn't really slept the night before (tried, didn't take).

And an interesting experience it was - can see how it'd be attractive to amateur photographers everywhere to bulk up on their portfolios. It was done by about half-two in the afternoon, by which time, we were looking like this:

Burn
Originally uploaded by Terz.

And feeling like this:


Inert
Originally uploaded by Terz.

After we picked up our pay for the day, we adjourned to Carl's Junior for lunch. There we remained for about an hour, brought to inactivity by the inertia that set in once the adrenaline wore off. There was exhilaration of course - of a job completed under rather extreme circumstances :the blazing sun burning us evenly if we're lucky - on one side only if we're not - noisy emcees with a very strange sense of humour - and a stranger accent - and hands and fingers twisted and cramped in 'shooting position' for nigh on 7 hours.

Got home at about half-four, showered, applied the moisturizer to the burnt areas of skin, then fell asleep till about ten this evening. Not quite rested, but feeling a lot more human than I did in the afternoon.

It's days like this weekend that make people wonder where all the time of their youth have gone.

On the other hand, I get another nifty souvenir:


Tagged
Originally uploaded by Terz.

Added 5 December 0234 hours:

And can I also add: for the conceivable future, I will smack the next person to tell me, "All the way! C'mon! Aaaalll the waaaay!"

Because that was the broken record that was playing behind me, loudly, shrilly, for almost two hours while I covered part of the route for the half-marathon and 10k events.

I mean, get a new vocabulary already. And if I were running the damned thing, I'll be rather put off by the mindless screeching - though it might mean I'll pick up my pace if only to flee the godawful noise.