I carry around this strip of photos in my business card case, folded in half, because obviously I'm too cool to do the wallet photo thing and, well, these pictures make me laugh.
There's something just so retro-nostalgic about getting your pic taken in a photobooth these days, that makes me think of growing up and going on family vacations to Wildwood Crest.
We got these pictures taken at Seaside (Sleazeside) Heights, on Mardi Gras Day (hence, the beads). We had just enjoyed the massive slices at Three Brothers Pizza and a by-god, hardy Italian sausage & pepper sandwich, and I just knew that cotton candy was in my future.
I also wanted to hit up the arcade, and maybe play some basketball, and definitely waltz around in the surf until I was completely soaked.
The look on my face in the bottom photo is slightly frightened confusion and exasperation. I was probably wondering how it was that I found myself married to such a weirdo.
Oh Happy Day was just blogging about her photobooth photo album, and I began to idly wonder if I could find an album made specially for photobooth pics.
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