Tenue de travail

Last night was a work night. A club needed party pictures for their website featuring the world-famous VIP's of the evening, so there I was. Catching crowds on camera. My first photography job ever, all thanks to my brother's connections.

I will tell you this: no sound rings as good as silence. After three and a half hours, my whole being ached to be rid of obtrusive trivialities and realities, such as beer stench, too friendly faces making too friendly approaches and pounding, throbbing, banging, bumping and thumping music.

Being a nondrinker and teetotaler makes clubbing strike a bipolar chord in me; I simultaneously enjoy and endure the company. Considering this inner turmoil and eventual mood swings that may occur throughout the evening/night it is, I think, one of the most strenuous activities ever, and also a bit mad to be going through voluntarily. 

My work was done at 1:30 p.m. I went home, played Nintendo 64 and finally felt completely at ease.