I found this article about the Do's and Don'ts of nights out, here's a part about those lovely friends who decide to take photos of you at your worst.
"The camera is not your friend, it’s a bastard enemy. Why do people choose the evenings when they’re at their most ugly and stupid to spend the night pointing cameras at themselves and each other? Round these people up and leave them to die on an island. A twisted mouth, one eye rolled back in your head, mascara and eyeliner applied like bruises beneath sweaty hair on a prostitute’s red face and clothes stained with every liquid in the room isn’t a look that needs preserving in a digital format for strangers to view on the internet for all eternity."
Also...(from personal experience of my lovely mates capturing our nights out...) I find you end up looking like a surprised meerkat who's been caught having a fit in the middle of the dancefloor. You've also been caught singing along to whatever song was on, but in the photo it looks more like a disabled lion attempting to roar. And then you spend the next day on facebook, having a good old Untagging session.
Should you have gone out? Would you do it all again, and wear the same shoes? YES.
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