Photographic evidence, salaryman email

It was weird hanging out with Marty the photographer in NY. We used to hang out together every single day, and I got really used to having my picture taken all the time. And it wasn't just me, she took pictures of EVERYTHING. At first I wasn't into having unflattering super close ups of my face while I busted a gut and stuff like that. But now i think it's kind of cool that the funnest years of my life so far are so well documented.

I found some old photos of us from those fun days in Marty's apartment. "Marty, we were so cute, and we didn't even know it!" was my reaction when I saw a picture of us looking tanned, young and happy. Youth is so wasted on the young.

She had a good time taking pictures of our hair dying disaster. When I woke up with pink and blond stripy hair, Marty started snapping away and laughing hysterically. When I glared at her through my tears/laughter and tried to tell her to cut it out, she looked at me, held back a burst of laughter, and took another picture.

Oh how I missed her.

For photo stories, I've seen her literally sit right next to people and take a close up of their face when they turned around to look at her. "Ahhhhh!" yelled one victim.

I love her. How can you not love someone that makes you laugh all the time?

Remember the 29-year-old Japanese salaryman who kept talking to me on the flight to NY? The one I gave the book to? I forgot that we exchanged business cards, and he just emailed me. He's probably bored as all hell out there. He said that he can only use the internet at work, so he can only email when he thinks nobody's looking at him. How sweet.