We were both rolling towards the end of our marriages and just needed to excape. We laid on the beach, drink way to much, went dancing. Really pretty harmless stuff. About the only "out of the ordinary" thing we did, was as we laid on the beach we took photos of guys back sides as they walked by.
I have no idea how we reacted when we devloped the photos; I'm sure it brought a small bit of the happiness of that weekend back to both of us. However, I pulled out a hodge podge of photos that ended up in a zip log back in a drawer tonight and while flipping through them I was trying to figure out who exactly all the guys were. Then I came to a photo of Cindy laying on the beach and it clicked. Oh yeah, strange ass!
Sure, it's fun at the time you take the photos; but what do you do with them 15 years later? Scan them in and put them in your blog.
There were a lot more photos but the quality of them sucked! If I remember correctly, we were rolling around on the sand laughting so hard it was near impossible to get a good photo.
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The really strange thing is; this is not the first time weird and unidentifiable photos have ended up at our house. (At least I was able to remember where these came from.)
One year, after returning from a 3-week driving vacation to ND, we developed about 26 rolls of file. Bonnet, Tori, and I had all taken our own cameras. When we got home and started going through the photos there were 5 or 6 in one envelopes of compelte strangers. The photos were taken at the swimming pool of one of the hotels we stayed in. But the people in them were all of a small boned Mexican family, and a bright pink umberella. You could tell by the wide grins on their face they were doing something sneaky.
We decided that one of us must have left a camera at the pool and ran back to the room for something. And on a lark, the family grabbed it and took photos of each other.
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