Calzone
Gear Whore #1
John,
Call me a ghetto-boy, but I slur things all the time.
Anyways I argue with “Maggie” as a person of color it is my right to create slang, invent words, and blur meaning. I tell her that when she corrects me with her proper Catholic education, that she is oppressing me.
Of course she cannot argue against the “race-card” and of course I exploit “white-guilt.”
Anyways, if its free: its for me. Now that I’m retired I am a major CF. I don’t waste money.
How did I get to be an insider?
Do they know that in the past I was just a hose-bag?
Somehow I went with Maggie to Gabriella Hearst’s birthday party. Maggie was sent over $20k worth of clothes to wear to the event held at the Carlyle Hotel.
The silk cocktail dress had a print that featured roses and a sled to riff off the film “Citizen Kane” which was about the life of Randolph Hearst the newspaper magnate. The handbag alone was around $8K.
At the party a Grammy Award winning Latin Artist was going to perform that was a friend. I kinda felt out of place and moved toward the stage and stayed close to this guy who evidently was the “sound man” for the solo performer. I took note that instead of having a soundboard he used an IPAD.
I stood in the sweet spot right behind the sound man. Maggie elbowed me and told me that Gabriella Hearst was standing right behind me, but I was polite and did not turn around during the performance of a few songs.
Then came the birthday cake, and the song Happy Birthday.
Then the photo crews and friends converged to photograph Gabriella and I tried to get out of all the shots, but I’m pretty sure that I am in almost every shot trying to get out of the shot.
I tell you this because you know because I shot with a 28mm how I would jump into your shots pretty much all the time. LOL.
Anyways, how come these things happen to me? There has to be a deeper meaning…
Cal
Call me a ghetto-boy, but I slur things all the time.
Anyways I argue with “Maggie” as a person of color it is my right to create slang, invent words, and blur meaning. I tell her that when she corrects me with her proper Catholic education, that she is oppressing me.
Of course she cannot argue against the “race-card” and of course I exploit “white-guilt.”
Anyways, if its free: its for me. Now that I’m retired I am a major CF. I don’t waste money.
How did I get to be an insider?
Do they know that in the past I was just a hose-bag?
Somehow I went with Maggie to Gabriella Hearst’s birthday party. Maggie was sent over $20k worth of clothes to wear to the event held at the Carlyle Hotel.
The silk cocktail dress had a print that featured roses and a sled to riff off the film “Citizen Kane” which was about the life of Randolph Hearst the newspaper magnate. The handbag alone was around $8K.
At the party a Grammy Award winning Latin Artist was going to perform that was a friend. I kinda felt out of place and moved toward the stage and stayed close to this guy who evidently was the “sound man” for the solo performer. I took note that instead of having a soundboard he used an IPAD.
I stood in the sweet spot right behind the sound man. Maggie elbowed me and told me that Gabriella Hearst was standing right behind me, but I was polite and did not turn around during the performance of a few songs.
Then came the birthday cake, and the song Happy Birthday.
Then the photo crews and friends converged to photograph Gabriella and I tried to get out of all the shots, but I’m pretty sure that I am in almost every shot trying to get out of the shot.
I tell you this because you know because I shot with a 28mm how I would jump into your shots pretty much all the time. LOL.
Anyways, how come these things happen to me? There has to be a deeper meaning…
Cal