Happy New Year

My New Year's Eve was spent with Aaron and some of our good friends. We ended up at the Tin Hat, which is now smoke free, thanks to the smoking ban. So that was kind of nice. I actually wore the same outfit the next day and I didn't smell like a stinky bar towel.

My main goal of the evening (besides ringing in 2006) was to get some good pictures. I took pictures of Aaron, our friends, the pinball machine (Junk Yard), glasses of beer, myself, me with various drinks, Aaron with a Happy New Year crown, me with a Happy New Year crown, and on and on.

We ended up with 237 pictures in all. We only took about 30 pictures at home, so that means we took about 200 shots at the bar. (Shots as in "photos", not actual shots. I'm a lush, but even 10 shots would have me face down on the bar bathroom floor.) Anyway, we were only there for about 4 hours max. That averages to about 50 pictures an hour, which means about one picture taken every minute. That's what happens when you hand a drunk your camera. In this case, that drunk was me. I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out because the flash on my camera is kind of bright and with it going off so frequently, it must have had a strobe effect. Kind of like at a dance club - I can hear the techno now...ooom ch ooom ch oooom ch

However, we actually got some pretty good shots. (I guess the law of averages ensured that). There were also some painfully bad photos. I was trying really hard to avoid my trademark squinty smile, so I ended up with my eyes all bug-eyed and glassy in some of the pictures. There were actually quite a few where I closely resembeld the girl on the cover of Hole's "Live through this" album. I deleted all those. Unfortunately, two of our friends had digital cameras, too, so my Courtney alter ego photos might still be floating around out there. If you see them, please delete them. It was the champagne fizz that pushed me over the edge.