Friday, March 20, 2026

What the fuck kind of bullets do you use against existential dread: Las Vegas, day five

There really will not be much for me to write about in here. I started off the morning balls early, woke up at 5, got going to Red Rock Canyon at 6:30, did my first shoot at 8, finished my second shoot at 10:30ish, then had to make my way back to my VRBO to be there in time for my afternoon of shoots. 

I am disappointed by the shoots. I struggled with getting the umbrella open and opted to keep it shut and just use the bare light. MY first model was fine, my second model was less fine. She is gorgeous, but does not know her face, does not know her body, and just gets to rest on her laurels of being a truly and honestly beautiful person to look at. 

I don't wanna edit the photos and deliver them, but I have to. 

As I was making my way back to the vrbo, I thought I would take a little detour back to the bakery to get a bunch more stuff to take home with me, when I got a text from Bri that said, "Don't forget the keto bakery is closed on Monday!" Well. I had forgotten and I was literally on my way there when she texted. Sadly, I did not make it back to the bakery. I do have three treats still left in my freezer, though. I just wanted more of that pizza. 

So I went back to the vrbo, ate some of my food that I brought with me, and waited for my afternoon of shoots to pop off. 

It did, they were FANTASTIC, I have really been enjoying editing the last shoot (the first two have not gotten their image choices back to me yet), I'm excited to use these in my upcoming expos and marketing material. But it was a truly long day, and by the time my last girlypop left, I was fucking worn the fuck out. In a major way. I had planned on driving to Jinya to eat in (that's the rule, you gotta eat in to judge the Jinya), but I was too tired. So I doordashed it. 


I got all of this for 75 fucking dollars. Capitalism is a fucking scam. BUT Jinya did fuck up and they gave me double of everything I ordered, so I was less angry about it. Still not worth 50 bucks plus the 25 dollar Door Dash fees, but it also kind of was, because again...I was exhausted. 


Oh boy! One broccolini!

THAT is the grand total of my 50 dollar ramen soup. Annoying, but tasty. I called Derek and shared my images with him while eating my overpriced noodleless soup, and then went right to sleep. This was pretty much the enduring trend my entire trip. 

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