Here in Katie’s Head

This Saturday night, a couple of my friends threw a cocktail party.

Over the course of the night, several people there confessed to me that they had never been to a cocktail party before and didn’t know what to expect. I don’t think it was a very cocktail-y cocktail party, really.

I brought an old friend as my date because we desperately needed to catch up. A few hours into the party, he gasped when he recognized a guest as she came in the front door. I didn’t know her, but she graduated from our high school a couple years before us.

I knew her sister, though. Her sister is awesome. Back in high school, we took photography together. That was the last year the school had an old-fashioned darkroom. We used to go into the light-proofed closets together to wind our film, because the dark is scary and getting film onto the spindles correctly is hard. I remember taking very few photos worth looking at but having a lot of fun doing it.

I found my old camera — the old, cheap SLR I got for my eighteenth birthday to use for that photography class — recently. I played with it a little, trying to remember how to use it. It still baffles me.

Tonight I got into this stupid mood. Mostly because The Class was really sweet tonight, and damn it, why don’t I have a hot handyman to kiss me in the middle of my flooded living room? Is that so much to ask? So I got out my camera and tried to take pictures. And I’m pretty sure I don’t remember how any of the controls work anymore. I remember the f-stop, I remember the shutter speed, I remember vaguely how they work, but I don’t remember which way I should set them to get the picture I want. And I think maybe my shitty lens is scratched (reminder: don’t loan camera to siblings unless you’ve got collateral).

But if the pictures come out, I have two dozen shots of my bathroom tiles to forever preserve the details of a bathroom that still tells the stories of the previous tenant (specifically, that her daughter got a little wild with the crayons).

Also, the Mirror Project finally updated, so my most recent shot is now up. For the record, I did hang that mirror up, but it fell off the wall and the frame broke a week later. My attempts at repair failed. And I really need to figure out how to use my SLR because my cameraphone takes the worst photos ever.

(And for the worriers: all is not wrong in my life. Work is going really well. I wrote up a tech wishlist last week and was granted everything I asked for. And we have a new Senior Editor for Interactive and he’s way cool. I feel better about my job that I have since…ever. And I had a byline on a big Sunday centerpiece a couple weeks ago. Yay, work. Boo, personal life.)

Posted: Monday, February 19th, 2007 at 11:58 pm
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