Let me breakdown to you what it is that I really cared about for this wedding. I want people to party and I want to do something different than all the (many) other weddings I've been to. So for me this mostly breaks down into food, photography and music. There are other things too such as I want to cut a cake (or better yet a pie) with a samurai sword but those really aren't that important. The three big things are the food, the music and the pictures. Or rather those are the things that cost the most money.
The food has yet to be addressed in full, I'm not quite done with the music but the pictures are done and boy, was that fun. One of my grooms men is a professional wedding photographer. I've worked with him on many projects, I respect (hell I'm down right envious of) his work and I was able to get his boss, someone that HE considers great, to shoot my wedding. It really wasn't much of a debate, it'd be almost criminal to not go with them. So please excuse me if I sound a little rude when I say I didn't really care about what Mother-N-Law had to say about the photographer.
Here's the [really really really edited] story.
We were looking for a time to go meet... Wait, let me introduce the photographer:
Bradley (hell I'll give him a shout-out).
One of my groomsmen's boss. He's a pretty young, clean cut, and an ADD as all hell individual. I've heard many stories about him and have seen his work. His work is pretty awesome and he's definitely not boring.
Main Goal: To sell himself, to sell his company and to do a good job.
We got the photographer which went rather easily compared to everything else. Some stuff happened afterward and I was really REALLY annoyed at Mother-N-Law. I was justified.
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