I didn't realize that my trainer wanted me to bring my camera the other day, so when I talked to before I left work to meet him, he mentioned me taking photos, and I panicked. So before I met him at NYSAC in lower Manhattan for the official weigh-in for Thursday night's fights, I ran to K&M, bought a new Holga, some Tri-X, and gaffer tape. Then went to Duane Reade and bought some batteries for the flash. Got to the weigh in - and was one of three women surrounded by disrobing men. Oh, the horror (staples back of hand to forehead in mock agony.) I was a little embarassed, actually, and ended up snapping only one shot of the weight-in for the main event. Next time I will bring along one more camera and a truckload of more chutzpah.
A similar thing happened for the fights Thursday night. I thought I would have time to get home and grab my Canon, but I didn't if I wanted to get into the fights for free.... so I did have my Holga and my Olympus Stylus (or so I thought.) No 35mm color film for the Olympus - but the fights were conveniently down the block from B&H. Ran there and got some film, got inside, and cound't find my Stylus. Grrrr. Stuck with Holga only. My trainer's fighter (Kid Chocolate, watch for this one) won in spectacular fashion, and I grabbed the HOlga for at least one fantastic shot of him leaving the ring. And gosh-DARN it all, the batteries had shifted and the flash didn't go off. It just wasn't my week! Grrrrrr!
Megan