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So Friday night I was the official photographer for a good friend's 22st Birthday. Took something in the realm of 400 photos or so (in the raw format at the request of the birthday girl, which takes something like four or five times the storage space of a typical jpg)
Fast-forward to Saturday night.
Two events to shoot. Running late to the first due to traffic issues, so when I started shooting I still had the card from the night before loaded up. No room left, so I switch it out and put the card in my pocket.
Big mistake.
After the gig (about 9pm) pack my gear up, bundle off to the car, and then catch up with my sister at a pub walking distance from the next gig (had about an hour and a half to spare, and wanted to meet her new boyfriend) and then trundle off to the final gig for the night.
As I was unpacking and preparing my camera gear, I check my pocket for the memory card from the night before, to put away safely. Gone
Check all pockets. Nothing.
Check camera bag. Nothing.
Call my sis to check where we were sitting. Nothing.
After the gig (finished at 1am) retrace my footsteps to the pub. Nothing.
Check the car. Nothing.
Drive back to the first place I parked. Nothing.
Retrace my footsteps to the first venue, and check there. Nothing.
Whoops. Major f*ckup on my part.
Cue much stressing and mental self-flagellation on the drive home, and a fretful sleep.
So needless to say Sunday morning I was feeling pretty miserable, dreading what I'd say to my friend. My gf had taken it upon herself to clean out my car in search of it, and tried to get me to drive back in daylight and look.
Convinced it'd do no good, I was hesitant, as it'd be a waste of time. In the end she managed to get me out of the house and on the way.
45min or so later, I'm pulling up to the exact car spot I'd first parked at. Look out the window and I see something on the ground in the middle of the next spot over.
Open my door for a closer look.
It was a memory card.
I reached out and picked it up without leaving the car.
It was my memory card.
I literally had tears of relief.
I don't know how, but must have come out of my jacket as I throw it in the car and fallen underneath the car next to mine (which is why I couldn't find it the night before). It was almost 3pm by the time I found it, almost fifteen hours after losing it,
I was amazed it was still there.
I took my gf for ice cream as a thank you.
So Friday night I was the official photographer for a good friend's 22st Birthday. Took something in the realm of 400 photos or so (in the raw format at the request of the birthday girl, which takes something like four or five times the storage space of a typical jpg)
Fast-forward to Saturday night.
Two events to shoot. Running late to the first due to traffic issues, so when I started shooting I still had the card from the night before loaded up. No room left, so I switch it out and put the card in my pocket.
Big mistake.
After the gig (about 9pm) pack my gear up, bundle off to the car, and then catch up with my sister at a pub walking distance from the next gig (had about an hour and a half to spare, and wanted to meet her new boyfriend) and then trundle off to the final gig for the night.
As I was unpacking and preparing my camera gear, I check my pocket for the memory card from the night before, to put away safely. Gone
Check all pockets. Nothing.
Check camera bag. Nothing.
Call my sis to check where we were sitting. Nothing.
After the gig (finished at 1am) retrace my footsteps to the pub. Nothing.
Check the car. Nothing.
Drive back to the first place I parked. Nothing.
Retrace my footsteps to the first venue, and check there. Nothing.
Whoops. Major f*ckup on my part.
Cue much stressing and mental self-flagellation on the drive home, and a fretful sleep.
So needless to say Sunday morning I was feeling pretty miserable, dreading what I'd say to my friend. My gf had taken it upon herself to clean out my car in search of it, and tried to get me to drive back in daylight and look.
Convinced it'd do no good, I was hesitant, as it'd be a waste of time. In the end she managed to get me out of the house and on the way.
45min or so later, I'm pulling up to the exact car spot I'd first parked at. Look out the window and I see something on the ground in the middle of the next spot over.
Open my door for a closer look.
It was a memory card.
I reached out and picked it up without leaving the car.
It was my memory card.
I literally had tears of relief.
I don't know how, but must have come out of my jacket as I throw it in the car and fallen underneath the car next to mine (which is why I couldn't find it the night before). It was almost 3pm by the time I found it, almost fifteen hours after losing it,
I was amazed it was still there.
I took my gf for ice cream as a thank you.
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