Unsnipped for maximum effect: >So, while I'm hobbling around trying to find the sundry crap she's >left in various pews, she's weepily enjoying the proceedings. > >Anyway, things got off to a bad start as she was running late. I get >really antsy when I'm running late. I've never actually *been* late, >because I give myself so much extra time, but I was getting jumpy. So, >we started snapping at each other. > >We get there on time, but I'm uptight, #7 is sulky. The bride has >forgotten to bring her list of family shots. There's a divorce, which >generally complicates this sort of thing. I start shooting. > >Ceremony goes off fine, the bright spot of the day was a very cool >minister. My ankle has loosened up a bit, so I'm not hobbling too >ridiculously. Family photos go twice as long as they should, but we >get them done. > >Head off to the reception. Talk to the catering lady, ask her very >nicely if she could serve us early. Generally, vendors get served >last, if at all, which is a pain as I would be getting my meal as the >bride and groom are finishing theirs. She says ok, but I'll have to >wait by the kitchen. There's nowhere to sit, so I stand. > >40 minutes later, at 8:55, I'm still standing there on my throbbing >ankle. I haven't eaten in 5 hours, my blood sugar has dropped through >the floor, my ankle is killing me - I've now crossed a line, and am >now officially in a bad mood. First dance is at nine. The food (bad) >finally arrives. I find a place to eat, put the plate down, the DJ >announces that the first dance will start after the current song. > >This place is now on my shit list. > >The reception proceeds. About 20 minutes before the end, the bride and >groom decide it's time to leave. I'm in the middle of something >else...the card in the camera is full, so I hand it to #7, tell her to >put a new one in. I follow the couple as they're making their way to >the limo with camera #2. > >#7 walks up, says she can't get the card in. I take the card, slide it >in, and notice something feels wrong. I take a look...she's bent the >one of the pins. CF cards are designed so you can't insert them the >wrong way, but...well, there it is. > >I'm pissed, say a few obscenities under my breath. She takes it >personally - we have an quiet argument, which escalates into a louder >argument in the car, I sleep on the couch. > >Of course we're out of beer when we get home.
<Basil Fawlty voice> ....but aside from that, everything was okay? Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=====| www.macads.co.uk/snaps _____________________________ Free UK Mac Ads www.macads.co.uk
