Tabasco, mustard and wedding pictures delivered
Wednesday, October 9, 2013 at 10:08AM ;)
At Abby's. Along with ordering breakfast, I finally delivered the pictures to her from the wedding of her and Andy's son Justin to Stephanie - way back in June. As I have stated many times, I am not a wedding photographer. Plus, the family of the bride had the final say on the matter and hired a real wedding photographer. Abby still wanted me to come and take pictures, so I did. Even though I had to hold back sometimes so as not to mess up the real wedding photographer, I am glad I did.
It was a exceptionally lively wedding, with the reception on the Mahoney ranch - and what a reception it was! Horses, dogs, kids running everywhere – swinging on ropes, exploring gigantic culvert pipes; there was moonshine and lots of happy, loving, joyous people who completely cut loose in a wild but perfectly peaceful and harmonious celebration. It would make a nice little essay for this blog, but I think it would take me at least a week to figure it out so I doubt I will ever post it.
I don't put mustard on my omelette by the way – but it just happened to be on the table when my iPhone found this picture without me even looking for it.
Reader Comments (1)
That's the American mustard we have in our Australian-American mongrel household. I've banned American peanut butter after I read that the US authorities have decided what is an acceptable number of insect parts per jar or whatnot. I guess this also means no more peanut butter cups... with legs haha.