aaron schwab

first of all, happy father’s day to guys and dudes the world over who have wee ones and are therefore fathers. second of all, i only saw them once before they broke up. and thirdly, Cagney and i are in Stratford today, and i’m typing this from Gwyneth’s Macbook (ever notice how all laptops are referred to as “laptops,” and only ones made by Apple are referred to as their product name? no one ever says “pass me my Dell Vostro” …) while Cagney works on colouring Gwyneth’s hair.

this afternoon, there was a lovely steak dinner at Cagney’s parents’ place for father’s day and, just so my own dad doesn’t feel too left out, Cagney and i are headed over to see my folks tomorrow night after i’m off work for dinner there. shouldn’t be anything too spectacular — a couple of cards exchanged and some food eaten — but it’s always nice to have dinner worth my parents. after all, it’s one more meal that i don’t have to go to the trouble of cooking i miss them from time to time.

other than those details related to this particular holiday, nothing out of the ordinary has gone on lately. i had a photoshoot with Stevie’s new band, Manorwood, yesterday, which ended up happening in the span of a few minutes in Stevie’s basement instead of outside as originally planned, due to rain (incidentally, it stopped raining not long after the rest of his band members left. figures.) we’ll do another photoshoot outdoors soon, on an evening when the weather is clear enough. i have a really cool idea for some really simple and clean-looking photos against a background of lush greenery; Stevie and i even scoped out the perfect spot for it, so i’m stoked to try it. for now, though, they’ll have a few shots of a scattered jam session in the basement, which actually turned out a little better than i thought it would. all i have to do is edit them (and catch up on a pile of editing photos, and sorting more photos for work,) and then i’ll be on my way.