My night light!

Believe it or not, I don't have much of a night life, a day life, a morning life, nor an afternoon life. But, I do have a wonderful device that gives me all the night light, day light, morning light and afternoon light available.



When I meet new people, I might as well introduce it to them. "Hi, my name is Henry Carter Kapra and this is my clicker, Victoria Leicakonyxus."



"We're sort of like a thing, you know?" I would add. Of course, that would be kind of redundant since it would be quite evident that a camera to a cameraman is like a surrogate girlfriend. First off, the things a cameraman does to a camera is to click it a lot, hold it and make great exposures with it.



When I see an event listed, I am more likely to check it out these days for an opportunity to take it out sort of speak.



So, I went to a photo exhibit, which was located in this quaint hidden little alley off Bowery in downtown Manhattan on Thursday night. I felt too self-conscious taking pictures during a photo show, so I just took a picture of myself and my little friend in the bathroom.



The cool thing about an art opening is that there is free booze. This helps my wallet catch up with my penchant for beer. The photographs were so-so. Only one I found truly striking. I went around to look at the pictures twice before heading out. Of course, going to a photo show inspired me to take photos. The two beers I drank also helped the juices to flow.



Slowly, I made a route for myself in my head. I would walk east and then north and then west and then north, again. This would lead me to a bar I know for my night cap. Along the route, me and my friend had a ball taking pictures of strangers, things, and the night lights.



I asked this man if I could take a picture and he said, "Yes." He was moving forward too fast for the picture to be focused. But, I still like that he's a little blurry. His white apron reminds me of the white apparationist.



The next night, I found myself in Chinatown for another art opening. Two art openings in a week is a record for me, I think, in my post-college life. My co-workers joined me and we were soon kicked out for drinking all of their booze. Seriously, this is what the woman said to me:

"Are they with you?" she said.

"Yes," I answered.

"You're drinking all of my booze," she explained. "You've all been here for more than an hour, it's time for you guys to go."

I couldn't believe it. There was no "Do not drink me" signs or anything on the beverages. To us, it belonged to everyone. Admittedly, I double-fisted. But, it was only because I found other people double-fisting first. It was a survival of the thirstiest.



So, we went to the best, cheapest place on earth. Outside the bar read a sign that said:

"Welcome to the Johnson's where the tightwads go and treat each other nice."



And then, it was time to go. The midnight yellow train was in the platform and a man cuddling a guitar was also there waiting like the rest of us.