I feel incompetent that I didn’t get a picture into the program. In the end it doesn’t really matter because I look enough like the two other white women, who are performing in the cabaret on the same night as me, that it doesn’t really matter that I didn’t get a photo of my own in on time. But still, in the context of the pictures that were chosen for the brochure–we had high enough quality photographs of Lorraine’s work. I should have gotten something in. I’m lame.