A couple of months ago, Missy came into town. We were out one night at Union Pool and the three of us decided to climb aboard the Photobooth and have our pictures taken. We piled inside. Toby was first. I was second. And Missy came in third. Armed with cash dollars, I began to straighten them in preparation for their journey into the machine.
Are you guys ready? I have no idea how long this will give us. Are you ready?
Giggles hit the back of my head. Laughter snorted from the left. I began to laugh.
No, really. I’m going to insert the money. Are you ready?
More laughter from the left.
Hold on. My foot is stuck.
And Toby didn’t say anything.
I began to casually fix my hair. I began to think of my chin. Sometimes, I have a double chin. I put my chin down a bit to make sure the double chin wasn’t in full glory. I hate my stupid chin. For not really having much of a chin, I sure pull out the chub on film.
Are you ready? I’m going to put the money in now.
I think I’m ready.
And Toby didn’t say anything.
I inserted the dollars into the machine. The machine sputtered to life after absorbing the money as if it were food. I could hear it preparing itself for work. “Soon, there is going to be a big bright light!” I thought. “BUT I DON’T KNOW WHEN, REALLY. Oh, this makes me have to pee. It’s like all those times playing Hide and Go Seek where you hid and instantly had to pee. OH THE ANTICIPATION IS KILLING ME.” Missy lost it. The laughter enveloped me like a cloud. I couldn’t help myself any longer.
CHOOUNK! SHUNK! A bright light hit our faces. This can’t be good. And Toby didn’t say anything.
Everything seemed to be open on my face. I was laughing too hard while desperately trying to look serious for this stupid Photobooth. It was like all those times back in school where the teacher asked me to stop laughing and I simply COULD NOT do it. I began to laugh harder.
I think my mouth was open.
I think mine was as well.
And Toby didn’t say anything. Was that someone’s knee at my ass?
I began to laugh harder. “Why can’t I compose myself right now?” I thought. “Why does the mere act of entering a photobooth make me snort with laughter.” Every image I have ever taken in a photobooth comes out strange because of the amount of laughter it induces.
I’m going to try and be serious. I’m going to stop laughing now.
Yes. Me, too.
And Toby didn’t say anything.
CHOOUNK! SHUNK! A bright light hit our faces.
That was better. I think.
I think my eyes were closed.
I decided to think of something else for the third one. “Think of the doctor’s office!” I thought to myself. “No! Think of the time you gave speech on The Evils of WalMart in college and your pants shook and the professor made you remove your change from your pockets before you could go any furt”
CHOOUNK! SHUNK! A bright light hit our faces.
Missy and I were still laughing. And Toby didn’t say anything.
Bwwaaha! You look very mischievious in that last one. These are so cute, thanks for the giggle this morning. :D
hot. are you sure that’s not a blow-up toby doll?
i saw on the news the other day that photo booths are very hip now.
meaningless news for the day
It’s true. They are ALL OVER brooklyn. And Toby priced one that night. If we end up with one in our apartment, I can only imagine the images that will be born from it.
So funny! Your pictures made me laugh out loud. It reminds me of my friends and I when we get into uncontrollable laughing fits. What we could do with a photo booth, oh my. I wish there were some around here!
Those pictures are awesome! The first one is by far my favorite. I’m not convinced Toby was even in there though…looks like you just brought a cardboard cut-out along with you. Suspicious indeed!
I know, right? Boy has the SAME FACE ON in each and every picture. It’s very strange indeed. Next time, we tickle the bastard.
the first one is wonderful! I think you should blow it up and have it framed.
I can get a photobooth for ~$2-3000. Could be very, very worthwhile.
I didn’t say anything, btw, because I’m “No-Fun Beaner”
TJB the man of few words and, judging by the pictures, few expressions.
Few expressions, you’re right. Few words? Not so much. :]
Actually, come to think of it, sometimes he’s a man of few words, as well. It depends on the topic.
I LOVE THIS POST!
You love it because it’s turned into a post about me. ME!
I can’t help it that I’m stone cold and strong, like chilled vodka (but not that sissy vanilla stuff). Someone has to be.
Oh no…not again!!! I have tears coming down my face at work.
See – that sort of freakish emotional humanness is what I try to avoid at all costs.
Don’t let him fool you, folks. He has damian jurado and the postal service on heavy rotation.
ha! Great one! Toby looks so sweet and innocent like you drugged him, Like he was your boy toy for the day.
Again, don’t let him fool you. Sweet an innocent, pfft. Tho, I thought that very same thing when I first saw him and I was smitten. When I discovered otherwise, I fell in love.
I love photobooths. That’s one of the reasons why I love the movie Amelie so much. I can’t even look at one without feeling compelled to go inside. Before I left for India I tracked down all my friends and made them have their photos taken in a booth with me. I put all the photos in a book and carried that the whole 4 months I traveled. Great and fun post.
i’m nearly crying from laughing so hard. love this post! i’ve been seeing the resurrection of the photobooth everywhere and have been dying to jump back in… ;)
Funny – they did a thing on Sunday Morning on CBS on the popularity of the photobooth and how people are buying them for their homes.
Duh, I should probably read the other comments above before I comment on the exact same thing.
Mihow – here’s your HEADS UP for tomorrow! The theme is Bad Hair Day. I think it’s gonna get ugly. Sherri promised a shampooed mohawk!!
You look like you’re having such fun. Thank you for sharing the smiles, they’re contageous.
So so so funny. Every single time I look at each individual picture. And when I scroll through them all really quickly to look at that Boy (who may or may not be made out of cardboard). I need to have fun like that.