I remember this being a tough day for photos. Did a portrait shoot for Melinda's class, and my model Christine Maga never got to see the photos they were so bad. She was great, but it was my first attempted portrait shoot and I just didn't know how to go about it. I wasn't much of a director and was unable to visualize the possibilities. Basically, I didn't know what I was after and the shoot went downhill from there. Later that evening, I trekked down to Trinity Nightclub in Pioneer Square for a Mardi Gras party. Was excited when I got there because a fire dancer and a stilt walker were performing outside. But that was the end of the fun for me - for the first time, my external flash wouldn't work correctly (the venue was too dim and I was too inexperienced to not use flash). Guess I could've resorted to the pop-up on-camera flash, but I was too preoccupied with the fact that my brand new strobe wasn't working. It didn't help that a half dozen other photogs were milling around, which I wasn't used to, and that I barely knew anyone at the club. Anyway, didn't figure out the problem until I was already feeling self-conscious and defeated. Here I was surrounded by pretty women flashing their chests, a welcome change of pace from the go-go boy dancers I was getting used to seeing at events, and I still felt so frustrated I couldn't make photos that it made me completely miserable.