Looking back on a night out, the speaker is caught between two feelings: real joy and a sharp self-consciousness. The night itself was "the best night ever," full of fun, and they would happily repeat it. But the photos and video change how it feels. Seeing themselves from the outside, they notice the outfit they thought was cute, the stiff way they stood with their hands in their pockets, and the karaoke singing they admit wasn't good.
The tone is light and self-mocking, with a casual, chatty voice. The joke "at our own expense" sets that up early. Underneath the humor, though, there's a small ache: the line about wishing to look "like anyone else" suggests real insecurity. The ending sums it up neatly. The speaker loved the experience but can't enjoy the proof of it, so the final request, "don't take pictures," is funny and a little sad. Memory feels kind, while the camera feels harsh.