Monday, June 19, 2006

How Flickr made a monster out of me.

Dirty Martini illustration by Andrew Bawidamann

This is how I know that Flickr has made me a MONSTER:

We're having a party on Wednesday -- The Scandelles/Partistes meet the Filmore Girls and perk up the place with 300 intimate friends. Good times!!! Very very very good times. But today I learn that despite my connections, the management of Filmore's gentleman's club won't let me bypass the camera/photo-taking rule (not legal in strip bars) for the night. And I actually heard these words come out of my mouth:

"Oh well then. Fine, if I can't shoot it, I'm not going."

That's completely fucked.

Someone slap me hard.


Birdy said...

You should go anyway, just for the fuck of it!

Plus, nice Bawidaman shot. I love that guys stuff. I've got a US Army chick hauling a BAR hanging in my office!

Bill Pocock said...

I do the exact same thing, though I suppose it isn't exactly comparable. There's no law against photography at art galleries.

You just keep on givin' attitude, honey!

Aaron said...

Q: Do you want to be right or happy?
A: Both - next time this happens go to the party and bring a spy camera

katrocket said...

Update: I did go... of course, I wasn't planning to miss it. And I used my cameraphone. ha!

gerberdaisy said...

You go girl!!!! That's what I'm talkin about!!

El G├╝ero said...

I know that feeling. If I can't record it on Flickr, it doens't exist.