Why were we taking these pictures? Could it be that I briefly thought that disposable cameras were the best invention ever? Or maybe just as proof to our future selves that we were, in fact, awesome. My room was kind of like walking into a Spencer's gifts on an acid trip after it was just trampled by a few dinosaurs.
Not only a glimpse of Chris in his "I know Kung Fu" outfit, BUT the amazing shocked/horrified face of a guy who's girlfriend just showed up at your house with a shaved head.