Goodness. That’s unfortunate.

Last night was Nolan‘s last show (for now? till they all move to Minneapolis? till they’re in their 40s?) and Sauza tequila was promoting the show. Not only did I get shots of margarita in a handy dandy shot glass complete with tether (don’t worry Jason, I got you one), but the Sauza wenches were taking Polaroids to help all of us remember the evening – helpful, because their product was doing the opposite.

I can’t believe how badly I photograph. I mean, a friend once said he never hit on me because he was scared of my teeth. I look like I’m about to eat the photo wench.

Lena used to make fun of me because I also have a kind of ratface smile. This is much much worse.

Tim, on the other hand, looks normal, and kind of even happy. It does not look like he is dead inside, which surprised him.