I survived one day of wind and cold. Two days of sitting on my butt for seven hours straight. Four (possibly five) glasses of red wine. Countless grey-haired Nikon enthusiasts, many of whom made me fear for my future by snorting and hacking during the presentation. (Is this what ALL little old men do? Because my husband will, inevitably, be a little old man someday. And I can’t abide by that snorting thing. At all.) Innumerable camera tips, tricks and revelations that I can’t possibly hope to remember. And a gazillion VERY BAD drivers.
Onward and upward, I say!
Sounds like fun to me! Two seven hour days of camera stuff? You must have learned a lot.
Have they caught the bastard that stole your money? Karma, Sister. Karma always rules. Maybe they’ll get a flat tire driving home from work some day it it will cost forty-some odd dollars to fix. NOT that I’d want anything *baaad* to happen to that poor bastard.