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So in college, I was that girl. You know, the one who seemed to have her camera glued to her hand, who took hundreds of pictures (literally) at every single party or event, and who immediately put them on facebook. I have 174 facebook albums. In part, I’ve always done this because I’m a fairly decent photographer, and I like to show off. In part, though, I’ve always done this because I love all the comments and how excited people get when they see themselves online. (It was also useful for the friends who no longer lived in Austin and who wanted to keep up. At the time, mainly my ex, who is now my boyfriend…again.)

Anyhow, a couple of years ago, I was at a party with a bunch of people from my best friend/roommate’s work whom I, nor two of the other girls with us, knew. No problem, though. We got liquored up, and it was camera’s away. I took 3 facebook albums worth of pictures, and got pretty much every stranger in the house involved in the photographic shenanigans. It was awesome. (When I was in college, almost everything I did was awesome. I wonder where that skill went…)

So a few days ago, I found out that two people who had started dating after that party are now engaged. I was already excited for them, because they are too stinking cute, and I remember when their facebook relationship status moved to “In a relationship,” all of the girls who had gone with us to the party (and had instantaneously become best friends with anyone who had been there) had squealed and ooohed and ahhhhed because they are such nice people, you can’t help but be happy for them when they’re in a happy situation. I left a message on her wall, saying congratulations on the pending nuptials and spent the next 10 minutes sighing over how lucky they are.

This morning I wake up, and she wrote back. She says that party was a fateful night, and they cherish—cherish—all those ridiculous drunken pictures I took at the party and put on facebook. :*) I think that makes the 174 facebook albums completely worth it.