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August 17, 2008

Exactly what it sounds like. Nothing really happens, though.

August 16, 2008 1:08 PM — Heading out to Raymondvile, TX to shoot a wedding.

August 17, 2008 1:03 AM — I am so drunk right now…I hit on bridesmaids and my head is so heavy as I listen to Led Zeppelin. I wonder how long “drunk” lasts

2:44 AM — I actually called a girl whose number I got tonight. She was drunk in her hotel room. I can’t believe I then went over. 216 was the number.

So I got kicked out by the lady roomates and took the elevator down. I met thebeide in the hall approaching the lift and we began discussing the happiness of marriage (and go nothing fundamentally changes) and I opined on how deprssed I was about being single and shooting weddings

So lacey, the rookie who kicked me out, shows up complaining about her room keyes not working and tells the bride that I need to leave…the bride says I’m fine and tells lacey to just go get something to eat while she tried the keys

So she does and the bride and I chat a bit more…then I walk to the burger joint and, seeing lacey, ignore her and proceed to flirt with Sarah, the waitressa after lacey had left until I realized Sarah was 16

…meanwhile, everyone seems to be getting laid except me

2:53 AM — So here I am at Wjataburger at 2:53am… Waiting for the BOBs and OJ to sober me up….and I’m surrounded by cops and chic who work at the airport flirting with each other…someone just said something about a cavity search

3:05 AM — Sarahs name is Laura, actually.

3:16 AM — Now if got a bunch of 20 year olds sitting by me….it’s weird

Okee dokee…it’s been over 2 hours and I’m sober. I said g’night to the cops, made a statement about young people and cuss words to the airport people (who were also coming back from a wedding) and now I’m sitting in my car, preparing to drive 56 mins back home and wishing I had CCR to listen to.

4:18 PM — Going through pics from last night’s wedding while listening to CCR: they look terrific.

Oh, and as I side note to the Twitters: I was escorted out from the reception by a groomsman and two of his buddies (not groomsmen) because I was dancing with bridesmaids. Keep in mind that the wedding party (the bride and groom) are buddies. The bride told me I can cut loose after I’m done working and the groom was desperate to hook me up with some whiskey. They wanted me to be a guest at the reception…once I was off the clock…which is exactly what I did.

Later that night (the scene in the hotel with the bride) the bride was ticked off that a groomsman kicked me out to keep my appearances strictly professional, or whatever. She pretty much told me that he was being a cock block…which he was. She then told me how pleased she was with everything I did that night and I never once did anything disgraceful (she was actually pretty sober during this conversation). I proceeded to tell her that this was the last wedding I would ever shoot and she was a bit disappointed. She even told me her brother, who is not easily impressed, was particularly taken with how I was present, ninja-style for every special event or occurrence that happened that night…had my lights setup, was on time…all of that. I even was able to make “coarse corrections” throughout the night speedily. All in all, it was a good night…if not a little weird. Stupid liquor. The bridesmaid who invited me to her room, by the way, was Wanda.