...we also got caricatures.
It's my own fault - hubris, really. I was sitting there, smiling and chatting away with the artist, so certain that my picture would come out looking like a doe-eyed princess.
Clearly I pissed the artist off somehow, because this is what I got:
I wasn't hurt, though - I'm reasonably sure that I don't look like that and I got to laugh about it the rest of the night. Plus, it was free, so at least I didn't pay to get insulted.
But for those of you who aren't feeling so thick-skinned, maybe don't get a caricature done.