Thursday evening we hosted a dinner for US Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy, a family friend of our outgoing ambassador, along with 30 other people at our house. I wasn't invited because it was stag, but I had to work anyway until after 10 p.m. so couldn't have gone even if I had been asked (which I was by the ambassador in the end). I had thought it might be nice to at least get a picture of or with him, but as I work in shorts and a T-shirt (and barefoot!) I just couldn't take the time to get dressed and made up for a 30 second photo op (and then get undressed again). However, at the last moment, right before Justice Kennedy arrived, we realized there was no photographer from the embassy, so I had to go downstairs in work attire (!) amongst all the elegantly dressed guests and show some young guy how to use my D800 so he could photograph the guests with the justice. I never got to see Kennedy, but I heard him from my office upstairs, and my trusty D800 came to the rescue in what could have been a real disaster (with the ambassador in particular).