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.
That's completely fucked.
Someone slap me hard.
6 comments:
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!
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!
Q: Do you want to be right or happy?
A: Both - next time this happens go to the party and bring a spy camera
Update: I did go... of course, I wasn't planning to miss it. And I used my cameraphone. ha!
You go girl!!!! That's what I'm talkin about!!
I know that feeling. If I can't record it on Flickr, it doens't exist.
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