Take Me for a Ride

I almost made a mistake and posted a fictional story about this girl, the festival, the after party.  Then I read it once.  Oh, god. . . the voice.  I am happy to delete it now.  The will probably be the victory of the day.  What follows the pictures is what is left after deleting the story.  I haven't time to fix that.  I must get on with the day.  But good gracious, that was some fiction writing at its worst.  

O.K.  I just had to make something up.  I have no pictures.  I have no story.  The day went on as days will.  I walked to the festival to take pictures with my little Holga, which I did, and to buy an encaustic work I saw the day before.  I finished my two rolls of film and went to make my purchase, but. . . you guessed it, it was gone.  She had sold it the day before.  She invited me to stop by the gallery where she is showing her work this month.  "I have a lot more there."  O.K. I said.  I will stop there when I drive over to see the Tomczak show.  

Four rolls of black and white 120 film sit on my counter now waiting to be developed and scanned.  I alway do my own developing and scanning, but I am tempted to take them to a place that will do all of that and have them back to me today.  I don't know yet.  I slept late this morning and there are chores I need to do.  

One of them is to get a Sunday mimosa at the Cafe I have not been to on a Sunday more than twice this year.  I don't know if the same girl who will always make me one is still working there, and I am curious.  

I just got a text from Travis.  He is in the patron's tent.  I've dallied too long today.  I'm thinking to get a breakfast at the bar of a restaurant at the far end of the Boulevard, just beyond the reaches of the festival.  It is a long walk and things will be crowded, but it could be fun.  But I'm torn between what I should do and what might be fun.  I am driven by guilt, I think, which is not always such a bad thing if it is in advance rather than hindsight.  I don't really have much hindsight anyway.  

One more confession before I go.  I was making a video of the fictional story, too.  It was taking far too long and is now abandoned.  This, however, would have been the soundtrack.