VIRB

So after I recovered Friday, I felt human enough to go hang with my beloved Travis that night. We went to a bookstore, because that's what we do, and I got a book for each of my girls and even my boy. (Mossflower, a Redwall book, for Galadriel - since she loved Redwall so very much, and Vampire Academy for Illoria, which I read last night, and enjoyed quite a lot. I picked up The Summoner for Burl since it sounded like something he'd like.) Then we went to StuffMart and I got Riot! (the Paramore CD) and the DVD of Emperor's New Groove for myself. And then we went out for dinner - Italian food, mmmmmm.
I love Trav. We can talk forever, about anything. Friday's topic was passionate indifference :) We decided that he is coming to Savannah with me this weekend to get and hang out with MissK. Yay! (It was later determined that my ftgiw is coming too, so it's going to be a great big party on River St.!)
Saturday, after sleeping late, the time came for me to go take pictures at the Magnolia Music and Medicine Show. And it was there I learned that I wasn't one of two photographers for the event, I was THE photographer for the event. (The house photographers had a wedding to shoot or something.) No pressure, or anything. So I did my thing, and I took pictures, and then got invited to the "after party" which turned out to be just a smidge high-class for my tastes, so Burl and I went to Huddle House instead. And when I got home, I edited half the pictures. I edited the rest Sunday morning, then burned the CDs (one for the web guy, and one for Karl, and brought them over to Aunt Rachel and Uncle Karl (she's the artistic organizer person for the show, and he's in the house band.)
There I received the compliment "these images are as good if not better than the ones [the professional house photographer] took last time." (*bouncebounce* squee!) They loved them, and asked if I would consider (once she brought it up at the committee meeting) being the official 'backup' photographer. She also wanted to know if I would photograph the next show (in May) even though the other people will be there, and I said okay, but I feel weird about that. I don't want to be in anyone's way.
I hung out with them for a few hours, they made me stay for lunch, and we talked and it was just cool - they are by far my favorite of Burl's relatives. Artistic people rock.
Which was something I was thinking about Saturday as I took pictures. I mean, it made my job so simple that there was just not an ugly person there. Not one. But aside from being gorgeous, these people were incredibly talented ... And I realized that I have a very deep appreciation for every form of artistic expression. Singing, sure, but storytelling and painting and cooking and comedy ... it amazes me how creative people are. And I then had to wonder if capturing other people's talent on film was a form of artistic expression in and of itself, or did photography become art only when it was created, or staged, or manufactured? (I think too much. We may have discussed this before.)
Oh. And even though I would prefer to forget - Saturday night Burl was at the computer and he got up to go to the bathroom and asked me to go look at something on the screen, and when I went over there I saw a spider on the baseboard that was literally as big as said baseboard. It was huge. Terrifyingly, sci-fi channel movie huge. I made him come back and deal with it, because I just couldn't. He got the flashlight and examined it all close up - he said it was some kind of wolf spider, but if this thing was part of a pack I am moving. And then last night I went to my closet to get a comfy hang-around-the-house shirt and there was a roach on the very shirt I went to grab. Not giant, and objectively I know that as the season warms up more of the outside creatures will think inside is a good place to be, but I freaked. FREAKED. I sprayed everything with poison, and made Burl come to bed with me because I was afraid to sleep next to the closet since I didn't SEE the bug's corpse. Therefore, in my mind, it was lurking in the closet, mutating and growing and nurturing a ravenous hunger for ... me. He laughed at me, and called me cute, but he came and guarded me.
He is SO bug-bombing today.
The end.