I wasn’t sure how to artfully reveal that, on New Year’s Eve, I got Chris Glass Drunk (CGD). It’s an endearing term that my friends use, and I should add, not very often. It roughly means all inhibition is gone and you have to watch out for tackle hugs and drool. I also find myself waking up in very odd places. In college, it was on the kitchen counter with my ass in the sink. Luckily, I had pants on.
I didn’t pay attention to the Guided By Voices last show at all. Instead, I paw’d and accosted the wife of one of my best friends from college. Don’t think we weren’t on the same wavelength. We were just happy to see each other and refills of Red Bull with vodka.
So as we left the concert early, I figure I left my ol’ trusty Sony Cybershot DSC-F717 in a cab. Which cab company? I don’t know.
I’m (trying) not to regret it. That camera knocked off over 13,000 photos over the past two years, and I think I squeezed every ounce of joy from it. Knobs were worn off, the memory stick issue was re-emerging. It was tired.
I hope that someone else finds it, and gets a kick outta the photos on it from new years eve. And then uses it.
I had a blast, and it was a great way to cap off a year that was sorta heavy at times.
No fear, I’ve already got my eyes set on a replacement.