Didn't go to to the Botanical Gardens with Andrea. It's Chinese Culture Days, so the place was chock-a-block full of people. Instead, we hit the farmer's market and the art museum and appreciated some grilled cheese sandwiches and art, respectively.
Afterwards, we went out and appreciated a little bit of nature with Nicki.
After that, I awkward-penguin'd myself out of a party.
Went out to Mangia last night with Andrea and Jessica before continuing down to the open mic. They wanted me to join them for the opening night of the Show Me Burlesque festival, but SMB is one of those places where you're not allowed to be a photographer if you're not one of the Official Photographers, and that just makes me really unhappy. Given that there are producers who beg me to come to their shows to take pictures, it just sort of feels like a slap in the face that there are other shows where I would have to beg to be granted access to shoot.
Had planned to visit Bellefontaine Cemetery after seeing it pop up in my friend Molly's instagram feed, but it turns out they're closed after 5. So I just sort of drove around looking for things that might be interesting to photograph. Came across a beautiful abandoned church, which I made a note of for later, in a neighborhood that had several houses in this condition--i.e., entirely destroyed, apparently both through neglect and fire damage.
The lingering effects of my camping trip. Everyone commented on the sunburn on my neck, but the really unpleasant one was the sunburn on my arms.
All in all, I counted up seven distinct forms of pain I was in after last weekend. That's not just the same sort of pain in different places--sunburn on multiple parts of me just counted as one, for instance. I'd list them out, but there are two on the list I really don't want to talk about.
As of this morning, letting the hot water from my shower touch my arms no longer makes me scream in anguish. Progress!