I plan on getting shit-faced my dear (and guess what the fuck we're drinking)
But sadly, no camera. I mean, we have like a little digital one, but it doesn't record anything.
The concierge or whatever saw my A7X bandana and shirt... and bag... and was like "You an A7X fan? They came here once and sat right over there" *points to where they were sitting "And it ended up on some DVD of theirs."
I freaked out... and i think I scared him.