Good: Yes­ter­day I got back from a great wed­ding. It was fun to see old friends. And it was nice to have an excuse to ride the train again.

Bad: This morn­ing I showed up at the neigh­bor­hood photo lab (Col­ortek on Bea­con Street) to drop off my C-41 film. But the door was locked and some­one inside was pack­ing up the inven­tory. Cripes! I knocked until she reluc­tantly came to the door, and she con­firmed that yes, they too are going out of business.

In case this story sounds famil­iar, note that this is the third time in a year that I’ve come to a photo lab bear­ing film only to find that they were clos­ing down oper­a­tions. (Maybe I’m bad luck?) If you can’t sus­tain a photo lab that is next door to the New Eng­land School of Pho­tog­ra­phy and a ten minute walk from two other art schools, busi­ness must be pretty grim.

Indif­fer­ent: While I tried to walk off my headache in Washington’s Union Sta­tion yes­ter­day, a modern-day jive dude advised me of an error in my plan: “Hey, man, what you doin’ wearin’ them sun­glasses inside like that? You look like a movie star! Peo­ple gonna ask for your awww-tow-graph!”