Polaroid
In New York. February 2011.
Max's cousin, Phillip, building a bed-desk in the living room.
Zack, demonstrating his West Side Story moves.
Brooklyn Flea Market.
After the ballet, Max and Zack (photographs taken by each other):
Went to Toronto for New Year's again this year to hang out with my buddy Sam. We went to the zoo!
Lookit that handsome fellow there.
Never leave a loaded Polaroid in your checked suitcase.
The camera's flash is definitely gone at this point.
Christmas day with the family.
My friends are all handsome men.
These rabbits belong to Jon Visger, with whom Max and I spent two days playing Burning Wheel (a Dungeons and Dragons type role-playing game). Shut up, being a nerd is cool.
As soon as I got into Jon's studio, the flash on the Polaroid camera stopped working. I blame ghosts. It's too bad, because this room was really cool.
You'd think after this many photos, there'd be a lot fewer misfires. Blame my pet cat for this one--he took it by knocking the camera off a dresser.
So this weekend a couple friends and I went to an anime convention (Nan Desu Kan) in Denver. One of my buddies and I crashed it--weren't gonna be hanging around long enough to make buying a badge worthwhile--so we just walked around gawping at the cosplayers while our other friend presumably had a good time going in the rooms we weren't allowed into. And we watched part of the Michigan game at the hotel bar, I guess because it was a bastion of adulthood in a sea of under-eighteens.
Anyway, I bet you wanna see the cosplayers.
Mostly taken on the evening of April 23. The last two were taken the following morning.
For the record, this was a much better weekend than the photographs show.
First leg of the Last Hurrah: Washington D.C., to visit my pals Max and Keith. And to see an Elvis Costello concert on the night of April 22 that I didn't get any photos of, but that was quite excellent regardless.
The next morning, Max and I drove to Ann Arbor to live it up with our friends there, two of whom are graduating this year. But that is a story for another day.
I really wish I'd brought the Polaroid with me on my winter holiday, because the results would have been a lot less anticlimactic than the actual first Polaroids of the new year.
I was trying to take a picture of the artist trading cards on the Polaroid first, but for reasons unknown to me, it malfunctioned and spit two pictures at me instead. They are abominations:
And since I hadn't taken a picture of the dog for a while, here is Sadie.
So I went to Ann Arbor to party with my hombres for the Gargoyle Centennial. I didn't have my Polaroid on me all the time, unfortunately, but here's what I got.
Accidental photo. This was actually the closet in the room where I was sleeping, which was the bar room. Those are drink recipes written on the door.
Max and Zack admire the VHS box for Shredder Orpheus, a very direct adaptation of the Greek myth of Orpheus, except the characters live in a bizarre post-apocalyptic future where everyone skateboards.
Four of the Penn State Phroth staff were staying at the Garg House with us, since we invited them to our centennial (their magazine is 100 years old, too). They were pretty cool kids.
Friday morning, there was a brunch at Cottage Inn. I don't think I ate $15 worth of food, but I did get to see Keith, whom I had not seen in a dog's age, and Max, who remains my BFF.
HI KEITH. I think Max took this photo.
The Garg office is so fancy now. They got this cool stained glass display from John Dobbertin.
This one took place on Saturday. We all felt so lazy and totally ordered some Chinese food.
We were going to have a sitting quietly party but it turned into a totally raucous party. Seriously we had barely slept in days.
Zack smokes cigarettes and doesn't like the Internet.
The party was ruined for me a little bit by the combination of jet lag and some kind of mysterious illness (a cold), which all lowered my energy and constitution. And my flight in was delayed two hours, which never helps the mood. Got in at 2:30 AM on Friday morning and then stayed up even later because I was cranky as hell and wanted some booze. Zack, Billy, Max and I wound up going to bed at 6:00. The alum activities were mostly in the morning and early afternoons on Friday and Saturday, though. OOPS.
It was a pretty good time but I was seriously wrecked by Saturday. I'm still recovering.
