Narcissism and weddings.

Went to a wedding today. First one I can actually recall the events of. The cake (haha adventure!), the beef guy, the insults on a friends outfit (I tried really hard not to be mean and to just let her wear what she thought was cute but my other friend wasnt very nice to her...), the pictures of the kiss, the couple of snaps I got to take of the wedding party. The food, the cheers, the dancing, the music, the really adorable waiter. The first time at a country club, and to be honest I kinda hope its my last. I'm not a fan of people who think they are sooo much better just because they have the money to spend on a membership at a golf course and a few rooms with flat screens. I could just as easily go to Scandia, have fun, and then come home and watch shit on my big screen tv too.

Anyways. The bride looked exceptionally gorgeous (as most brides do.) and she was really happy instead of a bridezilla. Good stuff.

I ate fondant (maybe I shouldn't have had so much...) and danced and whatever... but I took a few pretty nice pictures which I will post here tomorrow because I am more than exhausted. I didn't get to sleep til 9am, then woke up at 11am to my mom calling to tell me that my 'photo' partner was getiing worried about a shoot we did last week that he still hadnt edited or even bothered to look at until today, which he wanted my help with and I told them both FUCK OFF IM GOING BACK TO SLEEP I HAVE TO GO TO A WEDDING TODAY! At which point I went to sleep for another 2.5 hours... So in all I have had far too little sleep, far too much sugar, and not enough to eat and keep me going all night. I think its time for my new guilty pleasure... Gilmore Girls. and then talking to my lovely Brazilian friend Atilla until I finally pass the fuck out. Which wont be long (hence the early - for me - blog)

Goodnight my beloved 3 blog readers.

One things for sure... weddings seem like they should only be for really narcissistic people. AKA not me.