My friend, T-Bone, recently edited a short film. The filmmakers submitted the finished product to Sundance (Hey Bob Redford, what's cookn'?) and then decided to hold a small local premiere at the Brooklyn Winery.
Which seemed as good occasion as any to premiere my new haircut and new super-cute polka-dot skirt. So off I went to Brooklyn. Sonz was there too, and we chatted about life and ski trips while T-Bone worked the crowd.
The movie? Great. The lead actor? Eric Stoltz-ian. The riesling? Dry. The aged cheese? Plentiful. The rest of the crowd? Williamsburg casual (think: beards and plaid). The best part of the evening?
The photo booth set up in the corner.
If the photo booth was a competition to be won (and of course it was), Sonz and I took the (imaginary) prize. If photo boothing were an Olympic sport (and I think it should be) Sonz and I would be like 2-time gold medal winners who retire, live off advertising endorsements for awhile, then stage a dramatic comeback fueled by love of the sport and quest for further glory.
So, yeah. We're pretttttty good at taking pictures of ourselves wearing funny hats.
And take note, Santa: I'm adding "Photo Booth of My Very Own" to my Christmas list this year.