I lost my camera USB cable in Aswan three weeks ago. Since my Fuji F30 uses a proprietary cable, my photos were trapped until I got a replacement.
Liberation arrived on Monday! Here are photos from the backlog, starting with dinner in downtown SF two weeks ago:
We bought a round of $10 cocktails as soon as we sat down, but the waitress kept pushing more alcohol. "Bottle of champagne for the table?" "I recommend the martini." "Port to go with your dessert?"
I endured in silence, wishing she would stop. Mike's reaction was different. He invited her to come out to party with us after dinner.
She said no.
House-made ice cream:
The bill came in a lacquer box which also contained flowers. Christina spurred us to wear them for some reason.
Me and Rob:
House party afterwards. An Asian man standing in the kitchen looked over at me a few times, and then crossed the room to start up a conversation.
He talked for a while about being a banker, and dealing with mergers and acquisitions. Then he asked where I live and what I do for a living. We got on the subject of the projects I've worked on at Google.
"What's Desktop Search?" he said.
I told him.
"Does anyone use that?"
"Millions of people."
"Really?" he said. "It doesn't sound very useful."
"Don't use it then."
"I think Google should just cancel it."
"Great, why don't you call up Google and say that," I said flatly.
"Fine, I think I will."
"Fine," I said. Then I added, "I'm so glad you walked across the room in order to tell me this."
We stared off in different directions for a moment, and then I went to go find Christina.
(He's the Asian man in the white sweater to the very left of this photo.)
Christina and I met a girl who is the Asian Brittany Murphy.
For comparison, here is Brittany Murphy. See what I mean?
The host of the party had a shelf of cookbooks. Look at these titles! Are they books for food or for sex?