When I go out, I often forget to take photos.
And when I do take them, they're usually left on my phone and forgotten until weeks later.
So I decided to take a gander through my random shots - because the whole point of pictures is to remember those nights and capture moments (which usually consist of me being an idiot).
Like my absolute giddiness to be holding Masuka's bowtied dog, Oakley.
And the booze wall at my buddy's unnamed-yet-kinda-named bar at 1602 Dundas W.
Without a picture, I may have forgotten about the dude who made me try to do The Worm, yet another night at the nameless bar.
(I didn't succeed. It was push-ups all the way).
And, ok... maybe I just have a vast collection of photos from random nights at my friend's bar.
But years from now I may look back and say "Aw, remember that bar? What was it called again?" and there'll be no answer. See? Memories!
Why did I take this?
Who knows. Possibly to show that I'm good at multi-tasting, or that the Raptors are good at losing. A random moment in time.
This photo serves as a reminder - when I was young, I thought this statue-holding-lady was actually Susan Sarandon.
It may be because I was watching Little Women at the time, but it took years to convince me otherwise.
I had forgotten until recently.
Photos from last night at The County General were a must. You can't see it, but Joel's eating a veg dish.
This here blurry goodness is a smorgasbord of delicious happiness.
And THAT my friends is why you take pictures. To remember the un-shitty stuff and reflect on the tasty... um, I mean awesome... times.
...and maybe some bitchfaced times.