Whoops.

I had an assignment today to shoot pictures of a local author in Crownsville. She is releasing a new book she wrote and was having a book signing party at her home. OK, sounds easy enough. I checked my directions and headed to Crownsville. I got to the street and started to look for the house number. As I got closer, I see about 40 cars parked on the side of the street where cars don't usually park. Bingo, that's the party.

As I parked my truck, I saw people headed towards the house, got out and followed them. I entered and saw what had to be more than 100 people at this book signing party. I thought, "Boy, what a turnout." I started walking around, trying to find the author. I asked one party-goer and she did not know what I was talking about. I figured she came with someone and did not know the writer.

I made my way though some more people and felt a tap on my shoulder. Oh good, the author saw me with my Capital jacket on and my cameras around my neck and sent someone to get me. I turned around and two guys were looking at me. They ask, "Are you looking for the book signing party?" "Why, yes I am." "Well, that is at the house next door." Whoops.

I laughingly apologized for walking into their holiday party. They said no problem and jokingly said that there were a lot of people there that would not want their pictures taken. As they escorted me out of the lovely private home, one said, "You can cut through woods there if you want." I laughed again, apologized again and said thanks. Boy was I embarrassed. What were the odds of two large parties right next door to each other?

Then again, I did get a funny story to tell.