Doesn’t everyone have one of these? A Drawer of Embarrassing Photos? Photos languish there, unloved, unwanted, sad little memory orphans. You don’t know what to do with them. They don’t go into a book. They don’t get thrown away. They just … get visited on occasion, maybe a guilty glance here and there before the drawer is quietly slid shut again, photo faces staring up into the darkness of their shame drawer.
Well …. I opened our Drawer of Embarrassing Photos today — God knows why; I’m not thinking straight — and here’s, oh, just one of the photos I found:
Oh, Lord. I’d totally forgotten this … moment between my junior year college roommate and me. (I’m on the left.)
So here we are, on the shores of the beautiful Columbia River, with the view and the sand and the green and the driftwood, you know, basically God’s country, and, we are, uhm, having a slap fight, naturally. I have no memory of what we’re fighting about.
“I think the view is pretty!!”
“NO! I think the view is pretty!!”
I dunno. Something stupid.
I think it was a mock fight situation, actually — or at least, she thought so. Man, was she annoying. We were in the theater department together and she was never NOT posing. Singing? Posing. Acting? Posing. Breathing? Posing.
I mean, look at this photo again, which is a candid photo. We’re fighting and I am IN the moment, dammit! My hair is flying with fury! I am unself-conscious! Unaware there’s even a camera! I am Method fighting.
I AM the fighter.
SHE, on the other hand? Posing.
Makes me wanna slap ‘er all over again.
Such pretty blond hair!
That about defines the difference between my daughters right there. One of them constantly caught up in the moment, the other constantly aware of the world watching her.
And it’s just innate. Maybe we need to keep the camera off of her for a while and see what happens. She’ll probably start to shrivel or something like that.
It’s just hilarious the difference. Thanks for the post.
Ah, the NBA fight. Yours is so cute. It’s much less so when two seven-foot-tall, smack-talking men do it.
You make me smile.
You mean you’re not high-fiving each other for finding the best section of beach?
I never had a roommate I didn’t want to slap. Especially the last one–does Accutane cause psychosis?
Cullen:
/She’ll probably start to shrivel or something like that./
Hahahaha!
“Hey, dude, what’s up with your kid??”
“Oh, you know, she’s just sitting, there, shrivelling.”
Kate — Yeah, I know. And we chose to be roommates! I mean, we were friends — until we roomed together, that is. We all know how that goes. I think we parted roommate company later in the year. Uhm, “*sniff*“
Great picture!
I’m with you, Ladies…I don’t think I’ve ever had a roommate I didn’t want to slap either.
And if Shannon comes back to read these comments, she will agree, too. As former roomates, I can attest to the fact that she actually DID slap me once.
Ahhh…college!
Ooh! Your comment box is purty!
Anyway, yeah, you can see her posing, big as life. Little faker! Can I slap her too?
Yeah, nothing spells spontanaiety like “Look at me, I’m carefree and giggling!” poses. This is why I wish that I could actually have a spy camera in my glasses frames to take impromptu stills the instant I see them. No more having the dog run up to you, ruining the shot! No more kids with fake smiles or posing slap fights! Cinema verite, baby!
Hey, Shan — that was more of a punch.
😉