Some friends of mine got married last weekend, and I took a bunch of photos. I just thought I’d post a few of them for the fun of it.
I remember when I was the guy waiting at the altar. It’s a nervous moment.
Drat. Just missed the kiss.
Once upon a time, some bridal planner somewhere suddenly perked up with an inspiration. “I know, let’s get a trolley!”
Fred’s the father of the groom. He’s also got three other kids, also boys, bringing the total to four boys. Yeah, he’s confident enough to hold a woman’s purse, bitch.
It’s a bit like a sniper shooting another sniper…
I had a good time too.