| Clodfobble |
01-05-2007 12:01 PM |
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Alright. [deep breath] Here we go.
It's not an ass picture, but hopefully it will suffice.
I'd completely forgotten I had these until I was digging through a college photo album this morning looking for something unrelated. The story is, my sophomore year I lived in this huge bright red house with five bedrooms. (There were another three bedrooms upstairs, but as is typical of college housing in the area the owner had done some crazy add-on construction to separate the two floors and make it a "duplex" so he could rent each half out for more money. We didn't know the folks upstairs.) There were a total of six people who lived there because two of the folks were doing study abroad and only lived in their room for one semester each.
Anyway, we were pretty proud of ourselves for having pulled off renting this really cool old family-style home at the last second, since renting near campus is insanely hard to do and this was in a prime spot. Shortly after signing the lease together we were drunk (I'd claim we were celebrating, but no, it was college and we were just drunk for no particular reason I can recall) joking about how we should take a big traditional "family photo" together--you know, dad with a cardigan and a pipe and the kids in matching plaid outfits, yadda yadda yadda--and hang it over the mantle as if we weren't a bunch of commune-living college kids. This being a drunken conversation however, the idea wandered and morphed into the decision that it should be a naked family photo.
Well when you're in college, why not? One of the girls was a photography major, so she brought a friend over to help and very early one morning we all got up, drank a bunch of screwdrivers (because there was orange juice in it, see, so that meant it was breakfast), and we took a full session of naked poses, probably two or three rolls of film.
The naughty bits were covered, of course, and in reality the naughty bits were even more covered behind the "convenient" coverings; I can say with absolute honesty that I never saw any of my roommates' intimate body parts that morning, and I don't think anyone else did either. We were too drunk/nervous/sleepy to really pay attention. We got the proofs back, chose the best shot, blew it up something huge and hung it in a very nice frame over the mantle just like we said we were going to.
It was a great conversation piece at parties.
Most of us were in relationships at the time and two of the significant others, my boyfriend and this one guy's girlfriend, were surprisingly pretty pissed about the whole thing. But they got over it. These are the two proofs I (apparently) saved and put in my photo album. I don't think either one was the shot that made it over the mantle.
Forgive the quality, as they're photos-of-photos, but really, you shouldn't be complaining, right? :)
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