an ill-advised photobloject
(it's better if you start at the beginning)
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Brooklyn.
I was lucky enough to be one of eight people to watch Brett and Natasha get married in their backyard.
Watch isn't the right word. Everyone had a job, like a co-op wedding.
Brett's friend, Zach, paid a little money on-line to become an ordained minister and officiated over the ceremony. Talking to him beforehand I found out that this was the first wedding he'd ever been to.
That's like, "This is the first time I've ever seen a football game... hey, excuse me, I'm gonna go quarterback."
I was lucky enough to be one of eight people to watch Brett and Natasha get married in their backyard.
Watch isn't the right word. Everyone had a job, like a co-op wedding.
Brett's friend, Zach, paid a little money on-line to become an ordained minister and officiated over the ceremony. Talking to him beforehand I found out that this was the first wedding he'd ever been to.
That's like, "This is the first time I've ever seen a football game... hey, excuse me, I'm gonna go quarterback."