two years is too long

the last photobooth we sat in was in Chicago on the BIG road trip. I think this one here in Burbank is the last working booth in L.A. (probably not but it FEELS that way). I think SLO needs one. Absolutey! I wonder who I could pester to put one in?

 

 

photobooth friday: feeling the lurve

How fabulously wonderful was it that I found myself in a photobooth with Photobooth Friday's creator and many times around most fabulous lady, Andrea of Hula Seventy? And mind you, it wasn't just any booth, it was THE booth at the Ace Hotel. And I got to be in it...with Hula!You lovely folks keep asking me about Portland and I promise you, you will read more about Portland than you can probably care to but I want to start first with this most momentous event. I have been crushing on Ms. Hula for years now, simply crushing on her big time. When the mister & I were planning the trip and he was asking me about what I wanted to do it suddenly hit me that we were going to Portland and Hula lives in Portland! I got all stammery and blushy and told him, I have to meet her. HAVE TO! I nervously sent her a message playing it all cool but really I was dorking out ridiculously. Emails were bantered back and forth and plans were made. There would be no question that a booth would be involved.Life has a way of mixing things up. Plans get juggled and jiggled and disco'ed on but eventually things work out in the end. Our original plan didn't happen. I'm happy to say I am pleased it didn't. If it had worked out we wouldn't have been able to adventure around downtown with the fabulous .Le Silly, but that is a story for another time. What did happen was a most delightful breakfast with most of the Hula family assembled. The mister & I arrived first at our breakfast get-together destination and sure enough I was feeling the jitters of a first date coming on. I needn't had worried. Hula's mister was the first one through the door and with a beam of a smile and a nonchalant wave it was like we had always been old friends. Much chatting and talking and laughing danced around us and of course the cameras made a show. SHhe is as delightful as delightful can be. A woman I adore who's smile, energy and talents swirl all around her. She's quite nice as well, just in case you were wondering.I was swoonier than swoony over the beauty that is Hula's polaroid. I soaked up as much Hula knowledge as I could and have of course been converted.

Once we realized time was getting the best of us, we mini caravaned downtown for our boothing excursion. The misters patiently (oh so patiently) waited in cars as we spilled ourselves into the magic booth. and of course, we both drew a blank. What to do? What to do? Nerves I tell ya, nerves got the best of me and I felt much like Cindy Brady in that episode where she gets to go on tv and ends up mesmerized by the red light. Dork! If only we had more time. We stretched it out as long as we could and I am admittedly jealous of Hula's frames. Mine are great but hers are delightfully great.After a bit more hamming it up for the camera and giggles and fits over our girly antics, we squeezed each other to oblivion and the visit was suddenly over. We'll be back though. We will and I'm hoping I can entice them all to a California visit sometime next year. We've got booths too, ya know! Happy Photobooth Friday!

Photobooth Friday: Meet Up!

It's been a long time Photobooth Friday. Even though I haven't posted, played or breathed in your gloriousness in a while I want you to know I still love you. Here's to fun days and nifty flickr meet-ups!

photobooth friday: granny

Not feeling up to writing much but you can click on the pic to read a wee bit more about the photo.

Thank you all for the sweet, lovely and kind words. I am feeling it and it is helping.

Photobooth Friday: Found

Click the pic for the back story...more boothiness can be found here and here

Photobooth Friday: A New Year!

I haven't yet been to the photobooth this year! Oh no! check out more booth-o-rama here and here

Photobooth Friday: Egg-tastic!

No words, just this. Have a most fabulous New Year my friends!

more booth-o-rama here and here

Photobooth Friday: Keepin' it (sur)Real

Photobooths are great even when it's just you but throw a friend in the mix and it kicks it up a notch. Throw a couple of mustaches in and yer headed for an asthma attack from all the laughing! Click on the pic for more info about the day.

I just have to say, I Love Me a Photo Booth!

la-dee-dali

Today was some of the best medicine a girl could ever have. I spent the day frolicking about with fabulous new flickr friend and hair stylist extraordinaire, SoMany. We were off to the Dali exhibit at LACMA. First stop, the photo booth. I made us some special pipe cleaner mustaches for props. Next up was LACMA (thanks for the tickets oh husbandman!) and then on to Whole Foods for lunch. Fun was had every moment and I'm still wheezy from all the laughing. Thank you my friend, for a most fabulous and fun day!

Check out more pictures from the day here

photobooth friday: bittersweet

Don't they just look dandy? My mom and dad met when she was 14 and he was 16. They married four years later. I remember my mamos telling me that my dad had to get permission from his mother to marry as he wasn't 21 years old. How funny in an odd sort of way. They were married in Pasadena, California. The chapel where they wed is just a shout from my school. It is still there. She designed her dress and all her bridesmaids' dresses and shocked the community when she picked a pregnant woman to be her matron of honor. They went to Disneyland for their honeymoon and then camping. She saved the receipt for groceries and it must have been almost a foot long while the total was under $10! They lived a fairly fairy tale life until life happened. The death of a sibling so very young, my mother's depression, my premature birth, mom's lupus diagnose and then the accidental death of a man at my father's hands all tumbled about one after the other. My father walked away taking my sister with him. I never saw him again (I was three) and work very hard at understanding my sister. So, when I look at this picture I can't help but feel sad. They are so happy here and they were happy for awhile. My dad's leaving so devastated my mother that she almost never recovered. She did, just barely, and for a few months she saw a light. A short few months. As sad as I feel, as angry as I can feel, I appreciate it, all the muck. For without any of the experiences I had as a result, I wouldn't be me. I wouldn't be jek.

Though sometimes I really wish I had been able to have had braces on my wonky teeth. Sigh.

more booth antics:

hula seventy
JesC
the whole self
LeSophie
acumamakiki
astray
jordis
Matt?!
woof nanny