Sometimes I wonder if I'm one of those people who spends his life turning up in the background of other people's photos.
I went to Cafe Montmartre for a few quiet drinks after a long week, as I am wont to do.
Nothing complicated: doing the crossword puzzle if the paper is there; watching whatever happens to be on the TV; being around other people while still being with myself.
This was not quite one of those times, though, since I just happened to walk into the tail end of a rehearsal dinner.
I watched over my shoulder as group photos were taken. Little kids learned secret handshakes. George Mason grads moved to the bar to watch the game. Listened to speeches and eavesdropped on conversations.
That's about it.