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Amy and Cobb's Wedding
October 2005: Part I |
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Note: The pix in this series come from: my phone camera, my Russian Lomo cam, my crappy old digital cam (batteries always die after a total of like 10 pix) -- and most thankfully from Hannah and Patricia's cameras. |
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The first eight are from my low-res/low-quality phone camera; this is the full size, don't bother clicking on them. Very early morning SFO, with Jenny. |
Putting out my last cigarette ever! |
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Jenny wasn't happy with her USAir serviceAir. |
I thought this was hilarious: At the Philadelphia airport, just outside, was a dirty, old, blue trashcan. People had begun using the top of it as an ashtray. All classic and funny, but when someone put the sticker on the can, the one with the American flag on it, and the words "Proud to be an AMERICAN" -- that's what made it really funny. And even funnier (in my head, at least), the person who put it there probably didn't mean to be ironic at all... |
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Next, Jenny and I rented a car at Budget! |
Friday night, waiting for people to arrive at the bar downstairs, I watched some of the awful new show, The Ghost Whisperer, starring TV tease, Jennifer Love Hewitt. |
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I became worried about myself, when, much later, I was still in my hotel room, now watching the better quality show, Threshold. But I can't use that as an excuse, because I was TiVoing it. So, I decided I'd go downstairs, and be social... |
But first... Mom sent me a phone pic of her and Mr C, so I sent back a pic, which was to illustrate that I was thinking of my boy... |
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