There are facts. One is that I can not be in a wedding and also take photos successfully (yay for C hiring a photographer so I could have fun and be present). Another is that I had a tad of a mutual obsession with A, my six year old sidekick and new muse, who was officially my date to the wedding. I could blog the 50 photos I took of her while following her around like paparazzi, but that wouldn’t be representative of the fact that this was one of my oldest friend’s wedding.
My C, who became a friend over lyrics to Jagged Little Pill at summer camp in the early 90s, who as a preteen I drank a bottle of whiskey with in the basement, who I shared some of the best and worst days of my life with… It’s not at all hard to imagine us here now, dancing to the soundtracks of our youth. Not even a broken foot was keeping me off the dance floor.
Congratulations C & A. I love you.
There are a trillion priceless photos of us in my archives, but I happened to come across this one today and decided it was pretty representative of us, at least in 1995 (trouble).