I know, it's been a while.

I'm really REALLY good at doing something a few times and then not ever doing it again. Well, I was talking to my cousin Nicole (yes, I do have a sister Nicole. It's a long story) and I got side-tracked while talking to her because I was reading her blog. She said, "If I'm doing it, you should do it too."

So, now I'm back. Woot! :0)

In July, I shot my first wedding. No, I didn't shoot them up with an AK47. It should have been great. Should have. It was a mess. A disaster. Some of the pictures are amazing. The ones I absolutely hate are the ones that I didn't want to do.

The wedding was in Bountiful. I live in Southern Utah, and I told the bride that the only way I could do it was if she gave me money for mileage. It seemed like a REALLY good idea. I was doing it labor-free. She just had to pay for prints. She agreed on the mileage. About a week before the wedding, I told her how much it'll probably cost to get up there and back. She fought with me about how much it would cost. That should have tipped me off right from the beginning. A few days before the wedding, she put $100 in my account. It cost $100 just to get up there.

This bride had absolutely no consideration for me as her photographer. She said, "You have to be there at 9am so we can start pictures." I was there, and ready to start taking pictures, by 8:45am. 9am came and went. No bride...no groom. No one was there. The bride pulled up at about 9:10...not even ready. She wasn't dressed. She wasn't even close to being ready. I went up to the room where she was getting ready with her. I wanted to get pictures of her getting dressed, but she didn't want me to see her naked. Pfft. I couldn't believe it. However, some of the best pictures came from this scenario.

Well, pictures started, and the family was barking at me. Every single one of them. I don't work well under all these things. I don't work well when people think they know better than I do. I AM the photographer her, am I not?

I was SO happy once it was all over with. I got to go back to my Grandma's house, and pack my stuff up to leave.

The weekend turned great as soon as I was done with it. I got to spend time with my cousin Nicole and her husband. They're good people. We like them. We went to eat, and then we went to see The Dark Knight when Bryce got off work.

We were supposed to leave on Sunday, but we ended up staying another day. Woot! It was a nice vacation.

I do believe that is all for now.

***Side note on a previous post***

That kid that got hit by a car? Yeah. His girlfriend was pregnant when it happened (apparently) and now they are married. I heard that the only reason he married her was because he wanted to do the right thing by her and the baby, I guess. I also heard that he didn't like her, neither did his friends.

I think that pregnancy is one of THE WORST reasons to get married. That is my personal opinion, but I do think it is. If you're miserable before you get married, chances are, you'll be miserable forever. That child deserves happy parents, even if they are happy with someone else.

See y'all later! For real this time.