Brass Bowl

It happens from time to time.   Plans don’t work out, or they are based in error.  Such was our day.  We went to the Convention Center, leaving our chairs behind.  TBO stated there would be seating provided.  We get there, nothing.  So we pick a spot to try to watch it.  We get crowded out by less than polite, less than sober people.  Between the columns, the palm trees and the people, we simply could not see much of anything.    We left early, tired and not in the best of humor.  None of the pictures I took are worth posting.

And it is my fault.  I did not do a good job of research or review of the best viewing area.  (shrug)  Some days are like that.  You can’t have great days every day.

Unless you are a cat.  Here’s to you, Tinkerbell.