April 17, 2012

  • Art of the Photo Booth

    We officially kicked off the start of wedding season, and the first wedding we attended happened in San Diego, as two of our favorites friends wed. We’ve been to a ludicrous number of weddings, and never before have I seen as much fun and laughter on the altar as at this wedding. A very delightful couple indeed.

    After the ceremony I continued my garter catching streak. At some point I need to stop catching the garters, because if police raid the apartment they’re going to have me psychologically profiled over the collection (not that I’m busy preserving them in glass cases like a butterfly collection). I have enough that I can probably make a dress suit entirely out of garters (the complete opposite material of choice compared to Buffalo Bill). And people thought that leisure suits were a bold statement. And with weddings coming up in May (Brazil), July (Oklahoma), August (Texas), and October (Boston), the garter collection might grow enough to allow me to also make a top hat and/or cape.

    This wedding had two unique things from most weddings. First, the DJ did not play the Chicken Dance song. This is good. It is sad that people are hesitant to dance to an incredible song, such as Etta James singing “At Last”, but they can’t get on the dance floor fast enough when they have to dance like a chicken at increasingly faster speeds. What happened to our dignity, white people at weddings? Second, they had a photo booth. And wherever there is a photo booth, my goal is to be in it the most. Here are the best of photos:

     

     

     

     

     

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