Our camera was returned to us on Wednesday afternoon… without the bloody memory card. Which means our pictures are out there somewhere, no doubt in the hands of some ruthless stranger.
I haven’t a clue as to why someone would take a memory card, filled with sentimental photographs that has NOTHING to do with the thief in question, but leave the $700 camera. It baffles me. I just don’t understand the human race. & I can’t help but think that we got our camera back in exchange for our precious pictures.
I shouldn’t complain, because at least our camera was returned to us. I know that my success story has to be one in a trillion. So, I’m grateful, yes, but absolutely bitter that I don’t have the pictures we took throughout the trip. I have decided, though, to name our Nikon D60, because I heard it said once that those who walk this earth without a name have no reason to live. & while Sven (the name I’ve given out Nikon D60) doesn’t walk or live, I figure that giving it a name will ensure that he will always be with us. Perhaps the reason he was lost was because he didn’t have a name. One can only wonder…
Nevertheless, I am forever grateful to everyone who snapped pictures with their impeccable cameras throughout this trip. With your pictures, I can relive the memories all over again without feeling too much of a loss. Because more than likely, my pictures would have been of the same things. So thank you.
Of all the photographs I’ve seen of this trip (between 26 bloggers, there are over 900 pictures) these are the only two pictures I found of myself that weren’t too terribly candid.
First picture is of myself & sweet Kyla Roma; the second is of myself & Jonathan.
All photographs courtesy of Elizabeth Knox.
Also, @WendyBrandes (& probably you, too; it’s okay to admit it) has been dying to hear the background story regarding the kinky pictures on our lost memory card. Because in a fit of rage, I spilled the beans on twitter about the possibility of me landing on a pornographic website, all thanks to my horny husband. I didn’t want to go into detail about it — my mother reads this blog, people! — but it’s such an interesting story that I felt I should oblige the curiosity.
On Saturday morning of our Vegas trip, I was on such a high of having met some of my most favorite bloggers that previous evening. I was bouncing off the walls, reminding Jonathan that “I met Kyla! I met Rachel! I met Andrea! I met Nicole!” In my excitement, I was quite frazzled. I wanted to take a shower so that I could hurry up & see these people’s pretty faces again, but I wanted to eat breakfast, & I wanted to call my mom & tell her about my experience, & I wanted to keep screaming “THEY’RE REAL PEOPLE!” Instead, I did all four… at the same time.
In the midst of eating dry cereal, running shower water, taking off my clothes, & being stupidly giddy, I was chatting on the phone with my mom about how amazing of a time we were having, not truly realizing that I was walking around our hotel room in nothing but my underwear. My husband, thinking with his primary brain — the one down South, not up North — decided this would be the perfect time to get some closeup shots of my booty, in lacy black underwear. (Can I just pause right now to let out a deep sigh & roll my eyes?) So for most of the time I was on the phone, talking excitedly to my mother, he was snapping candid photographs of me & my booty. I didn’t realize this until WAY later after he told me about it.
& of course, it dawned on me all over again when the camera was lost in the back of a taxi somewhere. I kept thinking, Oh my God… there are going to be some pictures of me on the internet that I’m going to have a very hard time explaining.
When we got news that our camera was safe & sound, I relaxed completely, feeling absolutely relieved that the risque pictures would be returned to us & I could delete them. But no… the memory card wasn’t in our camera. So yes, there is a pretty good chance there are pictures of my booty pasted on the internet somewhere. Which, more than likely, is the reason the memory card is missing in the first place.
These things would only happen to me.