my camera has legs

as some of you may recall (or maybe not remember), last night was our sort-of-annual holiday party. i started making appletinis at about 19:00 and finished my last drink sometime around 2:00? i don't remember. however, the night is coming back to me in bits and pieces as i look at the pictures on my camera.

the first one it took of itself in front of a mirror. i'm in the background holding it, and that was at the beginning of the evening. i proceeded to sip appletinis and my camera proceeded to walk around the party taking random shots. as i look at the pictures, i find myself asking, at what point did the dog walk around the kitchen wearing a turtleneck? when did i take off my hair clip? seriously, i'm wondering when did this happen?

i got out of bed at eight this morning. my mom was sitting in the office, and she said something about me being up early. i told her that i couldn't remember if we'd cleaned up. well, we hadn't. but she told me to wait until my brother got up so we could clean it together (it was a joint party, so naturally we both should participate in damage control). so i took some aspirin, drank some water, and went back to bed. i did remember one thing though before i got back in bed: where was my camera? the last i remember i had put it in a bucket that was on a little dresser by the kitchen door. but beyond that, i couldn't recall what had become of it.

i can't stand to have misplaced something, it messes with my peace of mind. therefore, if i am missing something and i realize it right before bed, i usually won't rest until i have found it. i'm obsessive like that. so, though i felt nauseous and had a pounding headache (more like a hammer pounding on a wedge that crossed straight over my eyes), i searched the kitchen and the bags of garbage for my camera. all the time thinking, i shouldn't play with my toys or let other people use them when i am drunk! my mom suggested it may be in my room. i had briefly scanned my dressers for it before i came downstairs, but i didn't remember seeing it so i felt a little hopeless.

until of course i went back upstairs and my camera was magically on the shelf in front of my window. i swear the thing has legs, becuase i don't remember bringing it up there. so, after taking its last shot of me drunk and sitting on someone's knee, it walked itself up the stairs and into my room, where it quietly wrapped its cord around itself and went to sleep.

it's not that there are any super funny or incriminating pictures. it's just funny looking at them and thinking, what was this? when did this happen? who is that? i'm soooo glad that i only get this drunk about once every six months. i could not handle this kind of behavior every weekend.