Photobooth

Whoever knows me, knows that I love photobooths. Not because I want to look at myself (as sexy as I am) [You: Narcissistic cow! Me: I'M JOKING. GOSH.], but because I have a LOAD of fun taking them and I love looking back on them later and remembering the panicked "How do we know when the photos are taken? OH NO IT TOOK A PHOTO! OH MY GOD, QUICK GET IN PLACES. WHERE DO WE STAND? YOU'RE ON MY FOOT! WE WASTED A PHOTO. NOW WHAT DO WE DO?" It's so much fun.

One thing I've ALWAYS wanted to do is go to a black and white photobooth and take photos with someone. Everytime I walk past the black and white photobooth at the Myer Centre in Rundle Mall, I always think, "Next time I'm going to get photos there!" but I NEVER do.

Well, until Friday night!

FINALLY, after all those years of saying I wanted these photos, I finally did it. It was a really cold night in the city, and since I'm still recovering from Glandular fever, I was wearing layers, and a MASSIVE jacket, which made it hard to fit into the photobooth about 1x1metres! It's a bit obvious how squashed we were when you look at the photos and see that my face is pressed up against the glass! (Well, not really, but I'm SO CLOSE to the camera!) One thing that bugs me is WHY DO THEY MAKE THOSE BOOTHS SO UNBELIEVABLY TINY WHEN IT'S MADE FOR AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE? I mean, I knew it was going to be small, you can see it from the outside, but the example photos are on the side of the booth show TWO people sitting comfortably in the photo, smiling and looking pretty. When you open the little curtain that hides nothing, you look down to see ONE stool that's MAYBE big enough for a toddler, but when a fully grown person (aka Grant) sits on the chair, they feel like they're being raped by a horse. In spite of all this, it was still worth every cent of my eight dollars.

I felt oddly fulfilled after taking those photos. I think it's because I've wanted them ever since I was a child.

OH, also, we stayed at a hotel that night. Still in Adelaide, so it was kind of pointless, but we had free vouchers that expired that weekend, so we had to make the most of it! So much fun. Nice change of scene. But that story doesn't fit with this post. So I'll end it now.

Moral of the story: Thinking of doing something? Stop waiting. Just do it! Even if it costs you eight dollars and your boyfriend gets violated by a metal stool in the process.

Remember, a dog is not for Christmas. It can also be for a birthday. In fact, you can eat them all year round!- Shaun Micallef