My class has a thing for birthdays. When it was some one's birthday, we all secretly gathered at some one's house, and waited for a big surprise party. A couple of weeks ago, we had what seemed to be a surprise party gone horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a birthday party, but instead it turned out to be a place of nothing but boredom, pain, and way too much flash photography.
We had decided to leave school in small groups, making sure not to attract to much attention. Before the birthday girl arrived everything was going well. We were all excited, everyone was running around the house. I went to the bathroom to do my hair. It was a mess . The birthday girl was to bring a package here for her friend. The owner of the house would draw her inside, where we would all be waiting. The plan worked. We all got in our hiding places and blew out some more balloons. Then, when she walked inside we all yelled "SURPRISE!" and handed her a piece of cake. Then we ate the rest of it, chocolate with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. It was pretty good, and while we ate it we played a game. It was called "while eating cake, say something nice about the birthday girl". Pretty self explanatory. After we finished the cake we all went downstairs and played elimination. That was absolutely zero fun because everyone was complaining the ceiling was too low. This is when the party started falling apart. The mother in this house wanted to take a picture of everyone with the birthday girl. People like me and my best friend were then completely left out of the party, because we were not very close friends with the birthday girl. All she wanted to do after she got a hold of the camera, was take pictures of every little thing she saw. In the meanwhile, me and the mother got to play surgeon with my best friend because she had just gotten a nasty cut. After that, we both talked and drank soda . Some people went home, figuring the party really couldn't get any worse. Pretty soon only five people at the party were actually having fun. Me and my best friend went home after that.
That's the end of my flash back. You may now wake up, get up from your seat and go throw a party of your own. Just make sure not to have ANY cameras there.
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Cant wait till your birthday party now, right?
Now you know why our rabbi wouldn't allow the photographer to take photos of our wedding ceremony--he had to take posed shots of the ceremony before the ceremony, and hold the "live" shots for the reception. There's such a thing as the recording of an event interfering with the event itself.
or the event being the recording, after a little while.
No, no, no. As in once the camera appeared it was simply "get your friends to look stupid so you can put it in the yearbook."
[Insert roll-eyes emoticon here.]
rolls eyes.
Why are we rolling our eyes again?
those of us who CAN roll our eyes, you cold blooded iguana.
At least I HAVE eyes, Mr.Pershing.
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