13 July
Hell week is OVER!!
It is over, and I survived. Bloody but unbowed, that's me.
Yesterday was Wedding #2, Marq and Michelle's wedding. Michelle was going slightly loony in the days before D Day (W Day?), and she rang me Thursday night or Friday morning, but I didn't check my messages because of Wedding #1, and when I went to see Philip about the publicity pictures, he said "Can you please call Michelle? 'Cause she called me asking if I knew where you were!"
So I checked my messages, and she was asking me if the reason I have not cashed her cheque was because I wasn't planning on showing up to shoot her wedding!
This is pre-wedding jitters to the nth degree. I called her and said that of course I was coming, it's just that I had stuffed the cheque in a drawer and had forgotten to cash it. Silly bride.
So I went to Marq and Michelle's house at noon, and on the front steps was this biker dude, who looked at me and said "You must be the photographer" and handed me a piece of paper with an address across the street. I felt like I was in a spy movie!
So I went to the address across the street, but absolutely could not read the apartment number (it looked very much like "#7 squiggle" as far as I was concerned!), so I just pushed the buttons for all the apartments on the second floor and hoped for the best.
Marq buzzed me up and I got shots of him wrestling the baby (Logan Reilly) into his tux, then we walked over to the church and I got shots of Michelle getting dressed, and then we went down to the church and did all of the formal shots.
Yes! Before the wedding! I thought it was loony myself, and sort of spoiled things--I like the idea of seeing each other for the first time that day as she's walking down the aisle--but that's what they wanted, so that's what we did!
The ceremony was beautiful.
Marq sang, to start, and though I usually tend to think that singing at your own wedding is kinda tacky, it was actually extremely moving. Partially because he sang as part of the ceremony rather than the reception, and that he was up in the choir loft.
It was an Episcopalian wedding (aka Catholic lite), and it was so like the Catholic mass that it was slightly startling when anything was different. I don't understand why on earth anyone would change the "thy"s in the Lord's Prayer to "you"s. To make it more accessible? What's so inaccessible about "thy", for heaven's sake? I don't agree with the flattening of language, me.
Afterwards, the reception was right in the church itself, which certainly was convenient, except for the bit where I didn't notice that they were gathering the chairs up, and I sat on the empty air while trying to take a picture of Deb and Richard's baby!
I felt like I was in a cartoon or something.
Anyway, by the time the entire extravaganza had ended, I was just so wiped from the whole week that I just wandered over to a nearby movie theatre and saw One Fine Day, which was just great. The story is great, and Clooney doesn't do that acting with the chin down thing that he does, and he and Jennifer Lopez were great together, and I just had the swellest time.
Then I went across the street and had a hot Krispy Kreme donut, and every bit of the tension drained out of me and I went home with a light heart.
One year ago today:
"Bye Molly Moo, I'm leaving but Kymmie Koo will be staying with you!"
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