I'm guessing that it was nearly 2am. After a long and exhausting night out, we checked into our hotel room. I slipped out of my dress and eagerly threw on my favorite vertical striped drawstring pajama bottoms, a white tee, horizontal striped pullover jacket, and my Nautica hat... which had my brother been nearby, would have immediately been shaped to perfection. (The lack of curve on my hat brims were always a pet peeve of his. I was too dorky to care or know any better). Once changed, I fumbled unknowingly with my new camera in the dimly lit room. Before Stephen reached me to help, I killed the remaining two pictures on my accidental reflection in the mirror.