
If you're not too picky (do read the mixed reviews), this may save you some dough, time, and sanity.
Tip: Steam your veil, it makes a big difference
That's when I realized I married a friggin' genius.
And they're cheering for us! It didn't take long before the first guest spotted us once we poked our heads through the windows. A few started clapping and the rest caught on quickly. The clapping, cheering, whistling, Arsenio-hall arm pumping (whatcha mean you dunno Arsenio?? you 80's born youngun's are killing me!) etc. didn't stop until we disappeared from sight. It was a fun and unexpected surprise for everyone, including us. Several guests came up to us soon after to tell us how awesome that was not knowing it was completely unplanned. They quickly realized after that, the fun had only just begun...
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Images by Travis Hoehne except as denoted
You see, I HATE having my picture taken. I'd like to say I look awkward in pictures, but that's probably a lie. I'm pretty sure the awkwardness is around whether I'm in front or behind the camera, and the more I try not to be odd, the more it shows...
Not looking at the camera helps, failing updo not so much...
That's right, just keep looking away...
He: Are we doing this right?
Me: I don't think so
Me: I hate taking pictures
He: I know, just think about the buffet we'll have when we're done
Me: Ooo I love boofays!
Showing off our matching 'Something Blue' Optimus Prime Tattoos in true dork fashion.
"Hello, would you be interested in a new magazine subscription?"
Wait, that's not a mic, it's just bad hair.
Despite all my peculiarity, this guy still showed up with a big smile on our wedding day. Ahhh, somehow this magically makes all the pictures okay. Well... that and the boofay.
Images by Travis Hoehne
"When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern"