It was another weekend of highs and lows. On Friday I received some news that wasn’t unexpected. But it wasn’t exactly welcome either. I’ve made oblique references to the situation before without getting too personal. It boils down to this - the man I fell for, and have been seeing on and off all year - is moving out of state. For work. I knew it was likely to happen, and in this economy no one can fault him for it. But it will be hard. For me, for him, for our friends. That it is happening sooner than anticipated only exacerbates matters. But it is only for two years. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse. I will do what I can for him. That may include venturing into the Dirty South for visits.
I stayed out so late Saturday night I missed an 8am flickr photowalk in St. Paul yesterday, but my good times more than made up for it. Like seeing two shows in one day (I was aiming for four or five shows but punked out). It was a mob scene of photographers armed with flashes at Coalesce / Disembodied. Like lightning in this video (and feel/hear the thunder). Grabbed a quick post-show bite at Hard Times with Adam. He went back to the Triple Rock to shoot The Night Marchers but I headed to First Amendment to see The Book of Right On. Re-grouped with friends later for some quality time, which led to my 3am laughing fit on the sidewalk of 3rd Avenue. Surprised the po-po didn’t pull over to see what my deal was. But they were probably too busy dealing with the Dinkytown riots. What’s the matter with people?
My son also had a fantastic Saturday night. Some wonderful friends took him overnight. He played outside with their son before drafting him into the cult of papercraft. It’s his latest fixation. There are worse things but I haven’t got the patience for it. Instead I spent my Sunday napping on and off, baking banana bread and catching up on Dollhouse.
Bonus: Next weekend promises to be another busy one. Cinco de Mayo festivities in my neighborhood Friday and Saturday, and then the 35th Annual Heart of the Beast May Day Parade on Sunday.
Plus: Somewhere along the way I kinda forgot about Metafilter. Silly me. It’s still chock full of fresh goodness.
And: In Tottori Prefectre, the World Sand Sculpture Festival 2009. And an amazing photo series: Peering into North Korea.