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It's time to come away, darling pretty.
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:53 pmWhat follows is a brief (not dial-up friendly) picture diary of my pilgrimage to Ann Arbor, Michigan yesterday.
It was bitterly cold -- one of the coldest Easter weekends on record, I'm told -- but I made my fingers into little photographic soldiers and took as many pictures as I could of the campus (which speaks for itself as one of the most gorgeous locations in the Midwest.) The concert itself was incredible. Ben played for two straight hours, did a solo set, and then crashed together with the rest of his band at the end for a mad rendition of "Bitches Ain't Shit" and a performance of "Kate" that made me latch on to Kiki in the seat next to me and scream "KIKI. IT'S MY SONG" like there weren't at least fifty other Kates in the audience doing the same thing.
Most of the pictures I took at the concert came out blurry. By contrast, most of the pictures I took of bread at the bakery came out like something Ann Leibovitz shot on an "off day." I don't know. The pictures I took of campus came out wonderfully, too (but I suspect that the camera was reacting to the chemical awesomeness that was 'potential Huddy hotspots') and it didn't hurt that Kiki was a fabulous tour guide.
So, without 'ado' of the furthest variety:
( The bakery )
( The campus )
( The concert )
We met up with Kiki's parents at the village Starbucks and turned our headlights toward home. The roads had gotten slick while we had been busy jamming and 'brown note-ing' and a fog covered the moon. At 1:15 we got a call from the other car we were traveling with: they'd sped on ahead in an effort to get home faster and had hit a patch of black ice, spun out of control, and gone off into a ditch. Everyone was physically okay and, aside from a car that looked like a kid giant had used it for teething purposes, we were able to call the state troopers and get a tow truck to pull the car out. 'Got home at about four this morning and fell straight into bed.
Easter this afternoon and work-related pabulum afterward. I'm just now getting to the point where I can finally rest -- no, splay -- on my laurels for the rest of the evening. I had a wonderful time and I'm very grateful to Kiki, her parents, and her parents' gas card for making this weekend possible.
Also. I was going to Photoshop little circles and arrows onto the "campus" pictures to intimate my suggestions as to where House and Cuddy could have gotten the most out of their education, but I thought that would be crass.
And, to be honest, I think that would be too many circles per picture.
It was bitterly cold -- one of the coldest Easter weekends on record, I'm told -- but I made my fingers into little photographic soldiers and took as many pictures as I could of the campus (which speaks for itself as one of the most gorgeous locations in the Midwest.) The concert itself was incredible. Ben played for two straight hours, did a solo set, and then crashed together with the rest of his band at the end for a mad rendition of "Bitches Ain't Shit" and a performance of "Kate" that made me latch on to Kiki in the seat next to me and scream "KIKI. IT'S MY SONG" like there weren't at least fifty other Kates in the audience doing the same thing.
Most of the pictures I took at the concert came out blurry. By contrast, most of the pictures I took of bread at the bakery came out like something Ann Leibovitz shot on an "off day." I don't know. The pictures I took of campus came out wonderfully, too (but I suspect that the camera was reacting to the chemical awesomeness that was 'potential Huddy hotspots') and it didn't hurt that Kiki was a fabulous tour guide.
So, without 'ado' of the furthest variety:
( The bakery )
( The campus )
( The concert )
We met up with Kiki's parents at the village Starbucks and turned our headlights toward home. The roads had gotten slick while we had been busy jamming and 'brown note-ing' and a fog covered the moon. At 1:15 we got a call from the other car we were traveling with: they'd sped on ahead in an effort to get home faster and had hit a patch of black ice, spun out of control, and gone off into a ditch. Everyone was physically okay and, aside from a car that looked like a kid giant had used it for teething purposes, we were able to call the state troopers and get a tow truck to pull the car out. 'Got home at about four this morning and fell straight into bed.
Easter this afternoon and work-related pabulum afterward. I'm just now getting to the point where I can finally rest -- no, splay -- on my laurels for the rest of the evening. I had a wonderful time and I'm very grateful to Kiki, her parents, and her parents' gas card for making this weekend possible.
Also. I was going to Photoshop little circles and arrows onto the "campus" pictures to intimate my suggestions as to where House and Cuddy could have gotten the most out of their education, but I thought that would be crass.
And, to be honest, I think that would be too many circles per picture.
