Monday, July 13, 2009
At the beach house. Nick had the bottom floor. I had the top. Downstairs was a fiesta. Ties were straightened. Last minute pow-wows with the officiant were had. Liquor, chuckles, and even a polish dog or two.
Upstairs I sat anxiously in my cave, wringing my hands and waiting for the big reveal. Wedding blogs don't prepare you for this. Amongst the buzz of hectic day-of preparations, my frantic pleas could be heard echoing down the stairwell.
"Can somebody bring me some whiskey? I need a shot, dammit!"
Photos by Joey Bloom