So, I haven’t been posting much. It is true, I’ve been quite busy, and have not been posting near enough.
However, I have been out with my camera nonetheless! I just came back from North Carolina, seeing many old faces, all toasting the glorious charge of two friends into respectability and the institutional happiness that is marriage. (No, really I’m happy for them.) I shot their wedding, playing the part of the photographer…
Here’s a photo for proof.
Chicken Dance...
Right. Pretty straightforward right? Bride & Father dancing… but wait, there’s a story behind this, the kind of story that those of you who know me will find quite hilarious. In the, “oops, there he goes again…” sort of way.
See, in the process of getting this and some other photos of the Bride and Father’s dance, I decided it would be great if I ducked behind the DJ’s table to take photos of the dancing partners against the backdrop of the guests at the wedding. Pretty straightforward, yes? However, as I was shooting, I got to thinking.
Right about now, I know what comes to mind. “He started Thinking. That’s the problem.” Stop that. You might be right but still, stop.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I was thinking from behind the DJ, “Okay now, make sure you don’t step on the DJ’s cables or knock him over. Can you imagine what the reaction would be? WEDDING RUINED, WORST WEDDING EVER, CHINESE MAN HUNG FROM RAFTERS OF NC STATE ALUMNI CENTER. Yeah, it would be bad. So don’t do it ok? Ok.” The bride and her father are doing a wonderful dance, and as I step away to take a different position, I hear a rather loud SCREECH, feedback, and sudden silence from the speakers.
The music had stopped. The father and bride had stopped. I was frozen in my tracks, looking down to check my footing, and seeing I was right next to the power plug. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit” is all that crosses my mind until I realize that the plug is perfectly fine in the wall. Right at that moment I hear the first notes of… the bloody Chicken Dance as the bride and father shrug and start dancing to that.
……
I laughed so hard I nearly ripped my throat out, all the while thinking, “I could strangle those two. I swear it. Oh my god I’m going to get them…”
So yes, there was my panic attack for what was otherwise a very nice weekend. I got them back though. While the newlyweds were away on their honeymoon, I cooked a steak dinner for everyone left behind, used their hottub, and turned their kitchen into a smokehouse. XD
