Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Day Come: "The photographer was hilarious. He was this tall, blonde guy, probably in his early twenties, a big-shot, and ‘enthusiastic,’ which was code for “totally annoying and freakishly cheesy.” Before I go too far into our adventure of picture taking, I must describe to you the shoes us girls were wearing. We were in three inch, zebra print, pointed toe stilettos that were not made for hiking. Not to mention wearing nylons with them, a skirt, and an overly large sweater with a puke green undershirt. "