I’m out in the States again – this time on a trip to San Francisco with work. Since they are wonderful folks, they suggested flying via Denver so I could see Grace and hang out with friends before she moves over the pond.
I’ve not really been taking as many pictures this trip, or at least, not digitally anyway. There hasn’t really been the time to sit and blog like I usually would – which feels a bit weird – but should also be embraced really. It might screw up continuity to go back and write about something later on, but I’m sure it’s also pretty healthy.
Presuming the 35mm pictures actually come out.
Voodoo Maple Raspberry Pretzel Doughnut beer (or something).
I represented Glasgow’s Beard and Moustache Club, obviously.
and finally sang ‘Letter from America’ at karaoke. I think I’ve clocked up a Proclaimers song on every trip, which is pretty good going. I shouted especially hard on the ‘Linwood no more’ for my pals back home. You know who you are.
I’m not entirely sure who this girl is.
or this couple…
but I seem to have spoken to them for a while.
Once a party photographer, always a party photographer.
Grace left the bar early, and when I realised, I went to pay so that we could leave and head back to the house. They wouldn’t let us pay because our waiter was up singing karaoke – and he wouldn’t get the tip if we left, or something bizarre like that. We waited for a bit, but it seemed like he was giving a full rendition of some feature length musical, and so after another trip to the till, and loudly pointing out that I’d never been in an establishment that wouldn’t want to take my cash off of me at the end of the night before, things got sorted out.
