SOME ONE THROW A FREAKNIK-THEMED PARTY

I just want to say that UPS finally dropped my flash on my doorstep this afternoon. Yeap. The day after the AC Slater palookie that went on at HG Lounge that I attempted to photograph using a pop-up flash and a torn napkin as a diffuser. Awkward. Embarrassing. I looked like one of those teen punks who shows up at the local band shows with their Nikon d40 and tries to get shit done for their photography album on Myspace. And don't get me wrong, I totally support budding photographers, but having been there done that, I know how un-confident those teeny boppers feel.
I am not nearly as confident in my ability to do anything as I am about nightlife photography. And putting myself in a position where I had to struggle and re-take photos of the impatient drunk community was balls. And then there's that guy with the nice flash and the battery grip (wait why? so heavyz) bahh.

Enough blab. The flash is back. Some one throw a Freaknik party. Booty in the trees.