my mom just sent me naked pictures of you. call me. immediately

that is the text message I got from Matt Rainwaters the other day, and it brings me copious amounts of joy.   I called him, of course, and here is the story:

When I was moving out of Santa Barbara Matt was so kind as to help me pack up a moving truck and send me on my way.  Before I left I gave him all of my old photo supplies- boxes of paper, bags of negative sleeves, boxes of film, old chemicals…basically everything that I had left over from 3 years at photo college.  He was teaching at a high school in LA at the time and I told him to give everything he didn’t want for himself to his students.  So he did a half ass sort through and decided to give a bag of random photo stuff to one of his better students.  She came in to school the day after and said “Mr. Rainwater, um, was this meant for me?” as she held out an eighth of weed.  I guess I had put it somewhere in that bag and then forgotten about it, in typical stoner fashion.  Fortunately the girl just returned the weed and never said another word about it.  That was in 2005.  Then last week Matt received a package in the mail.  He had left a few boxes of stuff in his mother’s closet in LA when he moved to Austin.  She had gone through and packed up the stuff she thought was worth sending and shipped it his way.  Included in the package were a bunch of naked pictures I had taken on myself for a school project, stashed away in an empty paper box. Matt thought it was pretty much the greatest thing ever and could not wait to tell me about it.  I feel like a bit of a dumb pervert.

Nothing happened yesterday.  I was in faculty meetings all day and then went to yoga last night.  Kara and Nick are moving out today- I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!!!!