We were walking across the courtyard and back to our building following the first night's session at the ladies' retreat back in October. The fountain was absolutely stunning at night, so being the
Feeling very creative, we were getting various interesting angles and trying different settings, you know, like real professionals . . . or pseudo professionals. Having no tripod, and in order to prevent camera shake, I decided to sit in a nearby chair, feet on the edge of the fountain, and prop the camera on my knees. This turned out to be an excellent idea, as it provided the opportunity for this shot.
Which, I think, is pretty awesome, by the way.
When we had exhausted all the fun we thought we could have, we decided to make the trek back to our building. Well, the fact that our friends were waiting for us (and they were cold) probably prompted us along as well.
As I started to get up from my way scootched down position in the chair, I found that I couldn't move out of said position. My friend was walking away, so I hollered to her, "Help. I'm stuck!"
Turns out that clever little rivet on the rear pocket of my jeans was wedged in between the metal mesh of the lovely patio chairs. Really wedged. Like no way was I scooting myself out of that predicament.
My friend came back to help me, but of course, had to take a picture first. That reminds me, I don't have a copy of that one - me in the chair, scrunched down and stuck. Then she came over, asked for my small camera (the digital), stuck it under the chair, and "click." Cause that's what you do when you're a friend. And a photo junkie.
But being a friend also means not leaving your friend stuck by a rivet in a patio chair. So she helped me out after the requisite photos and laughing until we couldn't breathe. Although that didn't end until long after we were back in our room that night. Come to think of it, we enjoyed that one well into the weekend.