A tale of two brides
Once I photographed a wedding where the bride got really drunk, talked really loud, and belittled the guests. And everyone went along with it. I wondered if they did so because they were used to it, or because it was her special day. It kind of made me sad.
I remember when that bride and I first met. She was sweet and pleasant. That’s the way I want to remember her, but the dominating memory is of her booing when someone sang a song.
Last night I photographed a wedding and the bride was just about as sweet as can be for the whole day. That’s been my experience at most weddings. It sure makes me like my job more and I leave feeling good about marriage in general, and specifically my own marriage.
