PS9 - Nights Out
If anyone I haven't identified sees themselves in here (or if I've made
a mistake), feel free to give a shout-out to me at
heythatsme@willmatheson.com
and I'll make the inclusions. (Special thanks to Steve Guptill who has
dropped by to make a few identifications.)
Sarah was kind enough to invite me to her place one evening for a mini-gathering.
Her room is just the coolest. See the fellow in the middle? His name is
S (or "Steve Guptill" for short). For instant fun, tell him you're a government
agent. =) Don't play with him too much though, because it is kinda
mean. From left to right: Joe Chisholm, Steve Guptill, Ally Haas.
From left to right: Sarah McWhinney, Joe Chisholm.
(Quick note if Sarah's parents ever happen to read this: We didn't hurt anything in your house, we weren't there for very long anyway, and we were on our best behaviour. I also think it's wrong in principle to give someone the responsibility of taking care of a house with none of the associated privileges. Thank you. Oh, by the way, I love your furniture.)
The following are from the evening of 07/15/2002, which is a generally depressing evening to think about, but at least the pictures turned out. Nothing much happened except for aimless wandering - there weren't even any girls, like from 07/09/2002 which you can check out further below.
From left to right: Evan Brown, Quinn Robson. Are they trying
to explain something to me?
Quinn Robson (known to take an alter-ego of "Lorenzo" from time to
time) relaxing in the Brown's basement.
Yeah! Whoo! I think this happy look may have been sarcastic, though
I am not sure. And it's also likely I had picked up the empty Coke with
the intention of delivering it to a wastebasket. And my red eyes are entirely
from the flash! As if that's fooling anyone. =)
Help! My website is becoming a cliché!! I don't believe it -
I have sunk to the level of showcasing "party-esque photography." Meanwhile,
I think the boy in the middle of this picture is trying to contemplate
existence or something like that. But I just couldn't figure out the meaning
of life, no matter how hard I tried. The guy on the right I call "Newfoundland
Rob." Right now he seems to be sporting a look that says, "Please sir,
may I use the facilities?"
The next four are from the evening of 07/09/2002, shot with the now-infamous
Max
POS. Why there is a huge yellow overshading on the left of this, I
don't know. I don't think it's my finger, as this camera has a single lens,
and my finger isn't very transparent. Perhaps someone who knows something
about photography could shed
some light on this (pardon the pun).
This particular picture is amusing because the boy behind the wheel asked me to take a picture of him, so I get myself set up, someone asks if my camera has a flash, and the next thing I hear is "Aughhh!" =)
At the local McDonalds, my camera was borrowed by various people. Judging
by how poorly these pictures turned out, the canister of 400 that behaved
like 100 must have been mislabeled by Kodak. From left to right:
Quinn Robson, Jasmine Ramirez, Chris Woodburn
Do you know who these people are? I sure don't.
From left to right: Evan Brown, Ting Chu, Quinn Robson
I don't know why I even bother. I think I'll take Colin's advice, and start looking for social fulfilment among people my own age. I probably won't take his advice about derailing my own personality just to fit in, though.