When Brenda first contacted me about being her Virginia City wedding photographer she gushed over my love for guacamole, enticed me with BBQ and promised me a man dressed as a miner with a donkey. We never found the miner, or the donkey, but they did have a pistol packing preacher in a top hat (he had to check his gun at the Opera House gun check), fry bread, delicious promised BBQ, and both Brenda and Dillon have really wonderful and calm spirits. When some things didn’t go as planned (sometimes red lipstick gets on wedding dresses), there was nary a beat in anyone’s steps because these two are so incredibly cool (so hot they’re cool! so cool they’re hot!). For future incidents: laughter helps and so do Tide pens!
When you grow up in New Orleans, no wedding is complete without a second line. A second line is basically a parade - the main line, or the first half, is the brass line. Those who follow the band are the second line.
I'm not sure why they don't go around just telling everyone this, and then subsequently just dancing on the street for no reason, because I [...]