Word’s in we wont have the trophy girls until 1. Good thing we rushed to get here by 10am, since we have nothing to shoot! Apparently, their shirts had a logo issue - some one nit picked the logo and had new shirts made.
That leaves me plenty of time to work on day-job stuff.
We shot 445 photos, got 437 successful barcodes scans. Of that 437, 436 matched with my software - that’s a 99.77% success rate, which I think is pretty damn good. Even if you factor in the images we didn’t scan (including the half that were test shots), that’s still 98.2% success rate.
Not bad for 3 hours’ work. Did I mention I also performed my duties at my day job at the same time? Yea, I rock like that.
Here’s the production shots from the day (not the podium shots):
Looking forward, tomorrow should be fun. The forecast calls for rain - all … fucking … day … And I didn’t bring a poncho or rain coat. All I have is a zip sweater thing from North Face - while it’ll keep me warm, it definitely wont keep me dry.
Tomorrow should be fun.
I took Friday off from work, drove up to San Francisco, and spent the day looking at engagement rings and center diamonds. I thought the experience of buying an engagement ring would suck (both spending a lot of money, and dealing with the hard sale salesmen), but honestly, it was actually quite enjoyable. Valerie, the women who helped me, was very sweet, a bit energetic (but not quite draining), and we had a good time looking at rings.
I made my decision just in time to get the stone set and the ring sized before I left that day. I picked up the ring, signed away a lot of money, and drove back to Cupertino to meet Athena.
Having received her Dad’s blessing that morning (at 6:45 am, no less - they were travelling), and having purchased the ring, I was going to get down on one knee and do the traditional proposal (even though I had already asked her and she said yes). But, she wouldn’t let me.
So I just sat next to her, opened the box, and asked her to marry me.
Again, she said yes.
Here’s what was in the box:
Well, I missed it this year. But I just got this touching tribute from my friends:
Quote: “and burning man wasn’t the same without el terriblé. and you wasted a lot of our beer, asshole. with the first couple of PBRs that were cracked open we poured some out for you.”
i <3 my friends…
Rock on!
