We are all aware of the ‘new year, new me’ intolerable trend pretty much every living, breathing human jostles with in the turn of a New Year. It seems the world and his wife brings out a new fitness DVD, everyman and his dog subscribes to an overpriced gym or pledges an oath to the God of ‘dry January’, all in the name of vitality and that ever encroaching ‘summer body’. Preparing for those three weeks (if we’re lucky!) of dry, sunny spells. A bit of light relief in the gloriously damp, North West!
So, to keep in theme, for Imperial I’ve owned up not only my own, embarrassing booth-related and mostly boozy confessions, but also my relatively new experiences as an attendant during the latter months of 2016. Subsequently I’ve come up with a few pointers for New Year’s resolutions, that I and maybe some of you serial boother’s should consider before stepping foot into another booth in 2017.
Avoid the spillage, don’t drink and booth – Guilty. Despite having to enforce the ‘no drinks in the booth’ policy, I have also been one to haphazardly strut into a booth, drink in hand, ready to pose and pretend I’m not drinking the cheapest vodka with soda, because lemonade is that whole 50 pence extra and I do in fact have an ounce of class. Who am I fooling? I then spill it everywhere, props fly, both my ‘sophisticated’ girlfriends and I land in a heap much to the dismay of the poor attendant. I am now that attendant, I now understand such pain. You may look dapper gents at your works do, parading that bottle of Moët in every shot, and as cool as you think you look, we think you look just as great without the glass and liquid; a dangerous concoction too for both you and our equipment.
Heavy petting is never inconspicuous – Here’s one I can honestly say, no matter how tipsy I have been in said booths, I am innocent of. Scrolling through an events digital library, I’m sure both me and the rest of the team are well accustomed to a bit of romantically posed smooching. Bride, bridesmaids, best-man, mother of the bride, everybody is usually seen embraced and in love during this time of adoration and togetherness. However, on occasion the love really has been undeniable and one’s control definitely effected after a few snifters at the free bar. I wish people would remember our DSLR camera, with its keen HD eye, is watching. You may forget a fondle behind the curtain, but we certainly don’t.
Probably should avoid getting naked too – Dutch courage, we’ve all felt it. I think as human beings we just love that confident, freeing and slightly wobbly sensation after a few G and T’s. I for one have taken the Vegas approach to “what happens in the photo booth stays in the photo booth” …until being untimely caught out in a friend’s wedding album and I know a few of our most recent customers have, not naming names of course. So, what does one do when a picture of ones lifted shirt displaying one’s lacy undergarments flash up in a tragic photobomb attempt, behind an innocent and heartfelt picture between best friends, and you don’t have any excuse for it? As much as I am pro-body confidence and liberation I cannot deny the embarrassment I felt, imaging my friend’s family, perusing my wonder-bra. Think I might leave the comedic responsibility to the props next time.