Cheated Hearts

So My Camera broke today, well I don’t know when it broke in fact. Fran has had the same problem and to be honest I don’t really think it is that’s bad. Now for the past year or so it’s been attached to my hip or bulbous ass if you want to be a dick about it. Virtually every time I have been out it’s been on my person, sometimes I have even ditched my phone instead so I can keep my trusty camera. I was a lot more likely to take photographs of hot women than get there numbers. It’s partly due to my designated wingman/hitch persona that I have made my own. Seriously I’m the Phillip Seymour Hoffman of the dating game. When will my Capote come God Damn it. I digress; it has enabled me to remember things about the night before with such clarity that I even began to think that I can never black out. It’s strange that in conjunction with amnesia of my birthday party, seriously I can’t remember a thing; people tell me that this is a good thing. I wake up thinking that I whipped my dick out and sang songs from the Sound of Music. Surprisingly I am not that mad, sure I will get it fixed but at the moment, I feel like an albatross has been lifted off my neck. Now don’t get me wrong I do like the feeling of capturing moments and I always will but it will be nice to only go out with one hang-up. Too many nights have been internally ruined by me either playing the ipod music quiz in a club or running around taking pictures. Sometimes I just needed to be a little more selfish and take care of me. I will go out (probably this Friday with the idea of entertaining in the old fashioned sense than anything else. Just like Rob pointed out 30 years ago our parents where going out in hotel bars and hanging out there, they didn’t need fancy gadgets to have fun and neither do I.