I was in the gallery above the Outer Bay exhibit, where they're housing the great white. It wasn't that great. For one thing, it was tiny. In fact, it was about half the size of the largest tuna in the tank. For another thing, it stayed away from the glass because of the zillions of people taking flash pictures, despite the warning that went out every minute or so that said "For the health and safety of our animals, please don't use flash photography." After a while, people just started yelling "NO FLASH!" at the idiots who were using their cameras.
I wasn't paying much attention to the tank, wanting to get my words written and get off that really uncomfortable bench. I could tell, though, when the shark appeared because the noise level in the room would reach a crescendo, only to die back after the shark left. A lot of people would be pointing in the same gesture that the people in the Underdog cartoons used to point out Underdog flying above them.
The biggest reaction, however, was garnered not by the shark but by one of the other large fish when it spectacularly pooped in the water, evoking a roar from the crowd. The dusty brown cloud hovered for a minute before dispersing, and everyone there will have something to tell their families when they get home. I hope they got pictures. But not with flash.
I didn't make it to the halfway party, but I did to laundry and go grocery shopping over the hill before driving up to San Leandro to pick up the Baby Goddess. Before I left I had done about 1,500 words, and managed another 1,700 after I got home again. Then pirateguillermo and I hit the hot tub before going to bed. Didn't help. We both slept badly anyway. He thinks it was the pumpkin ravioli we had for dinner, but I'm not sure.