That's not true. I didn't even get a picture.
Last year, when Kayla came out to Las Vegas, I'd neglected to bring my camera and she'd forgotten the memory card for her camera, so we ended up with a single picture taken on my parents' iMac. This year, despite having a professional photographer living in the house, we took not a single picture.
Which, perhaps, was okay, because we didn't do a lot of photograph worthy things.
I have always really valued low-maintenance friends - people I don't have to worry about entertaining or being really funny around. I don't particularly love coming home from spending time with people and feeling absolutely exhausted.
Of course, I did feel absolutely exhausted when I got home last night, but that was more due to the fact that Kayla and I got virtually no sleep in three days (staying up until 1:30 or 2:00 or 3:00 nearly every night). Kayla was the definition of low-maintenance; we sat around all Friday morning reading (I finished two books that day); we watched 10 episodes of Gilmore Girls; we went to four different clothing stores; we went to two grocery stores, a book store, and the public library; we went out to lunch at Cafe Rio. Basically we just really enjoyed ourselves.
I never worried once the whole weekend if I was boring Kayla (perhaps I should have) or if she was counting down the minutes until I left or if she was offended that I graded 50 essays while we watched Gilmore Girls.
What I did think was that I should probably move next door to Kayla so I could come over every single day and sit at her kitchen counter while she made me lunch. Because while I want a low-maintenance friend, I like to be a high-maintenance one.