Every Friday, someone from the the Wedding Confessionals crew flashes back to a memorable nuptials-related moment in either pop culture or their personal lives. Sometimes it’s scary, sometimes it’s weird, but it’s always hilarious. Welcome to #FBF.
The weekend when Erika and Paul attend a wedding in Duluth, GA and witnessed the weirdest groom’s cake ever. Continue reading
My uncle has a side business of being a wedding photographer on the weekends. During the busier summer seasons, he works larger weddings and picks up a second person to help with getting all the shots he needs for these more demanding, expensive clients.
Years ago, I was in between semesters in college, and I got the gig to be his assistant. The cash was good, and as a naturally tech savvy guy, I was pretty comfortable using his digital cameras, even though they were a pretty new thing to most people.
It was a blur of a summer. Just a flood of white dresses, boring speeches and awkward dancing. But one wedding I will never forget. From the moment we showed up to snap pics of the bride getting ready, she was really rude to my uncle and me. We weren’t her first choice for the photographer gig, and she let us know it. I guess her mom had chosen us and was paying for it as a gift. But my uncle, being a total pro, just rolled with it and told me to try my best to stay quiet and out of the way. Continue reading