Thursdays have been a day for me telling stories from the past as of late. I really have been enjoying remembering things that might not have been funny at the time….but are funny as hell now!!! That and….I have all this written out for me to reflect back on one day when my memory might not be so great. So there’s that.
Remember disposable cameras? If you don’t, you are too young and you can shut your face. But seriously, in college my friends and I usually took picture with disposable cameras and had to take them to Walgreen’s or Eckerd (which I guess is Rite Aid now) to be developed. Remember Eckerd?
This was all fine and dandy. It was always fun to go pick them up a few hours later….and you couldn’t wait to tear into that photo envelope and see all the pretty pictures of you and your friends dancing drunk white people style to Fever for the Flava by Hot Action Cops.
You would think of the perfect picture frame to proudly display those moments. It was wonderful. Remember when we even got photos developed instead of just having them on our iPhones?
Anyways. It was great times….until this one time. One time, my friend Erin and I had a party at our apartment. We had been draaaaanking a little bit and evidently little miss Erin left her camera out in our kitchen. No biggie, right? I mean, it was there and wasn’t lost.
We picked that camera up the next morning and realized that we had used up all the film. I had a camera that was full too so we thought we would drop off our cameras to get developed while we were at the tanning bed. (Another tragic mistake of my youth.)
We smiled and were all friendly with the photo people at our local drug store and headed on out.
When we came back to pick up our film, the guy asked us if we wanted to take a look at our photos first. Then he had this really weird smile and sort of giggled. WTF? Ummm normally we would just pay for them all and leave but for whatever reason we decided to open the envelope in the store. Selfie of Nadine (I was taking selfies before it was a thing bitches), Eric and Tim drinking Natty Lights in the 40 ounce cans like the classy guys they were, Alfredo hugging a floor lamp, Erin laying on the floor asking me to feel her lips because she couldn’t feel them (drunk problems) Kyle’s ass, Nadine and Erin Dancing…..WAIT. PUMP THE BRAKES. Oh holy hell. Those bastards stole our camera….and mooned it then put it back!!!!!
The photo lab guy started busting out laughing. We tried to explain our cameras were high jacked but there was no digging ourselves out of this grave. We gladly paid for the photos and quickly got ourselves out of there. Fumed in the car…then plotted our revenge.
Eric went home that weekend, we broke into his bedroom, plastered pick up lines all over his walls and taped the photo of Kyle’s naked ass to bottom of his pillow. We also plastered that picture outside their apartments on the doors.
That my friends is why you don’t leave your camera unattended.
Proof of my selfies in 2005
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