This weekend, we went out to celebrate one of my best lady friends, Emily, because she just got this extremely baller job. We also wound up at Bishop’s Lounge, where a band called Primate Fiasco was playing and where we met the world’s worst magician. It was quite the night.
My friends are all pretty used to having me take pictures of them nonstop. As part of this weekend’s birthday celebrations, I bought two disposable cameras and told them to have at it. The results are hilarious — I can’t actually post a lot of them because they’re just over the border into being inappropriate (read: they expressly asked me not to post them anywhere), but there are a good number of them that I love and can put online.
I think there’s a lot to be said about disposable cameras. I once met a guy named Josh who would shoot punk shows in his basement using exclusively disposable cameras. His results were impressive, and ever since I had that conversation with him a few years ago I’ve wanted to try shooting a few things with them. The photos all have this nostalgic feel to them that I just love.
I never experienced a Hibachi dinner prior to last night. I didn’t even know that was the word for that type of dinner, so I had no idea that a man would cook my food in front of me (and squirt rice wine into everyones’ mouths while shouting things like “oh yeah baby, swallow baby”) until that day. When my roommate finally explained to me exactly what I was in for, I was so stoked. It was like a tastier form of dinner theater. Thankfully, the focus of the sake squirting was on Lisa, since it was her birthday yesterday and mine wasn’t until today.