Who’s psyched for Dillo Day?!? Who’s ready to rock out to (if you’re drunk) awesome music with (if you’re drunk) awesome people? You’ve worked your ass off for nine months, and you’re ready to cram an entire year’s worth of partying into a single weekend. FUCK YEAH! There’s just one lingering question:

Why the fuck are you bringing your camera?

Seriously, why? Do you really think you’re going to treasure that grainy photo of Big Boi in twenty years? Or in a month? Does Youtube really need more low-res Reel Big Fish footage?

I’m sure your best friend will be flattered that you’ve documented his Dionysian excess for all posterity. And it will certainly be generous of you to give that skeevy stranger a free $200+ camera when you leave it by the rocks of Lake Michigan for just a sec as you run off to the beer garden.

Some of you may be tempted to use your camera as a Hangover-style photo diary, to remember what happened the previous day when you wake up in a stranger’s bed. But when going through those photos, if you find yourself face-to-face with Zach Galifianakis’s penis, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

Remember: each hand holding a camera is one less holding a drink. And do you really want to face Steve Aoki sober?