Wednesday, October 25, 2006When Photogs Party...
...pictures are inevitable.
A little while ago, our good friend and fellow overnight photographer John Farrell was inducted into the National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) hall of fame for managing to go 25 years without opening fire on random civilians. Of course since he's really only been in news for 10 years, it's been easier.
Anyway, to celebrate this, we (as in me, Sol (13), Peter (5), Joe (8) and Tony (3)) decided to take him out to dinner. After six thousand different attempts to make this happen, last Saturday we finally did it. The gang of us headed out to Hooters on Sahara!
Good times and inappropriate behavior was had by all. It's a good thing that our waitress, Jamie, was a good sport, otherwise it could have been a METRO wet dream, with them arresting the whole lot of us for some sort of disorderly conduct.
It was really fun hanging out with these guys, and I really wish I had taken that night off as I had to quit drinking early in order to be clean and sober for my shift. It would have been a blast to continue the evening with them as I hear some of them got stupid drunk. Too bad we don't have any pictures of that!
You know, when I think about this evening, I wonder... Do any of the other shifts have this kind of friendship among the competing employees? Some times I forget that we're actually competitors, since we've developed this bond and friendship. I don't think that could possibly happen on any other shift.
Why does it happen on overnights? Quite frankly because those who choose the overnights are people of the same ilk. We watch each others backs and we take care of each other. Why? Because there is no one else to do it. Hell, I think that if I was ever in trouble, I'd probably call one of them before I'd call my station, simply because I know they'd be there first to help me out.
I think about wanting to leave this job - leave this city - and I really can't imagine why I'd even consider doing this. The past year and a half has really been the best year and a half in my professional career. I've learned a lot, and I have made great friends like John and the others. Would I make friends like this somewhere else? Maybe. By why risk it?
Going all mushy for a minute but, I love these guys. They aren't just colleagues anymore. They're my friends and it's not something I would trade for the world. I really think that I've – THEY - cemented the fact that I will be here for a while.
John, congratulations on your milestone. Quite honestly though, if you are doing this in another 25 years, I might just have to kill you.
More pictures can be found here. Don't blame me for the size! Tony took them! There is video too, but I don't have the time to ingest it right now.
A little while ago, our good friend and fellow overnight photographer John Farrell was inducted into the National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) hall of fame for managing to go 25 years without opening fire on random civilians. Of course since he's really only been in news for 10 years, it's been easier.
Anyway, to celebrate this, we (as in me, Sol (13), Peter (5), Joe (8) and Tony (3)) decided to take him out to dinner. After six thousand different attempts to make this happen, last Saturday we finally did it. The gang of us headed out to Hooters on Sahara!
Good times and inappropriate behavior was had by all. It's a good thing that our waitress, Jamie, was a good sport, otherwise it could have been a METRO wet dream, with them arresting the whole lot of us for some sort of disorderly conduct. It was really fun hanging out with these guys, and I really wish I had taken that night off as I had to quit drinking early in order to be clean and sober for my shift. It would have been a blast to continue the evening with them as I hear some of them got stupid drunk. Too bad we don't have any pictures of that!
You know, when I think about this evening, I wonder... Do any of the other shifts have this kind of friendship among the competing employees? Some times I forget that we're actually competitors, since we've developed this bond and friendship. I don't think that could possibly happen on any other shift.
Why does it happen on overnights? Quite frankly because those who choose the overnights are people of the same ilk. We watch each others backs and we take care of each other. Why? Because there is no one else to do it. Hell, I think that if I was ever in trouble, I'd probably call one of them before I'd call my station, simply because I know they'd be there first to help me out.
I think about wanting to leave this job - leave this city - and I really can't imagine why I'd even consider doing this. The past year and a half has really been the best year and a half in my professional career. I've learned a lot, and I have made great friends like John and the others. Would I make friends like this somewhere else? Maybe. By why risk it?Going all mushy for a minute but, I love these guys. They aren't just colleagues anymore. They're my friends and it's not something I would trade for the world. I really think that I've – THEY - cemented the fact that I will be here for a while.
John, congratulations on your milestone. Quite honestly though, if you are doing this in another 25 years, I might just have to kill you.
More pictures can be found here. Don't blame me for the size! Tony took them! There is video too, but I don't have the time to ingest it right now.
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I've got friends at all stations in every market I've been in. We look out for each other, and grabe a beer at the end of a long week. I think it's part of this crazy thing we call the biz.
You should have gone to Cheetahs. Cheetahs rules.
I just started working as an overnight photojournalist in Milwaukee 3 months ago. We always keep an eye out for each other. I've watched other guys tripods for them when they switch out batteries, etc.
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