Tonight I met up with Andrea and some friends of hers at Starbucks. Andrea is flying to Spain tomorrow for a semester abroad, so I wanted to spend some more time with her before she left. We had a good time. She seems to be one of those rare people with whom I always seem to have things to talk about, so we don't need to have something to do — just sitting around and conversing is always pleasant.

It turns out that one of the friends that accompanied her to Starbucks, Chris, is a photographer. It was great getting to talk to a fellow enthusiast about medium format cameras, Canon lenses, film development, old Polaroid cameras, etc. He lamented that he has a fun old medium format TLR that he never gets to use because he can't afford film. I mentioned that I haven't been shooting much film at all lately, and I have a whole bunch of 120 and 35mm film I had stocked up on that's now going to waste. I offered to give him some of it, and he happily took me up on that offer. When we got home I realized I had only brought three rolls of 120 with me down to PR, precisely because I shoot so little of it, but I gave him those.

After that we headed to Andrea's house and ordered pizza. An old ex-boyfriend of hers, Julian, came over and we all played pool and drank wine (there always seems to be a connection between wine and pool...). The wine wasn't all that bad, actually, and I found myself having three or four glasses. It's hard to keep track when people keep refilling it before it's done.

When Andrea's friends left, I found that I wasn't yet in shape to drive home, so we sat and talked on her back porch for another hour or two. She demonstrated her wonderful talent for head scratching. It's like a scalp massage but done with your nails. For a few brief minutes I felt what it was like to be a cat, and I can tell you it feels pretty damn amazing.