…and he’s really into it, but it’s so loud in the reception I can’t actually hear a word he’s saying.
So I try to just go with it, like:
…and then goes on to gush about the engagement photographs I did for the couple….
…but I didn’t shoot an engagement session for them.
(and of course, it’s my first bathroom break all day)
And then I jump up and I’m all:
…true story. (thank goodness for second shooters!)
And my second tries to help by scrounging up some hors d’oeuvres he snagged
And I get super SICK.
So not only do I have to crawl out of bed and shoot a wedding when I feel like dying, I have to totally pretend I’m fine and happy and energetic! Yay! :/
On the outside I’m like:
But inwardly I’m like: