The dance floor. It wasn't much, but it
did the job.
Jen and I got sucked into the mornings
preparations. Here she strategically places an old gear
lubricant drum as a garbage
can.
I guess it was at
this point I realized it was going to be a dry wedding. Not
sure why it didn't occur to me sooner, but when I filled
the coolers with ice, soda, but no beer the reality set in. Yes
this photo has been altered.
So I set about fixing that. I started grabbing
beers from the basement fridge, running off to secluded places and
pounding them. High Life never tasted so good.
Meanwhile my sister and her bridesmaids were
getting ready. The blond girl is actually David's sixteen
year old daughter. The brunette is Melissa's friend from high
school and matron of honor.
Cool shot I
guess.
Though my Mom really liked this
shot.
Putting on the final
touches.
Mother of the
bride.
Proud father of the bride. This was a great
shot as it was, but I thought the alterations added a more fairy
tale feel to
it.