Vortexia's Secret

ok, i really have to stop writing. but i just can't tonight. and i remembered something that i never posted with the wedding. i would have done so many things differently. there was preaching about being a strong christian in the middle of the ceremony. and the bouquets were weighed in terms of pounds. i decided that my ceremony will be short. people are having to stand through it, in front of hundreds of people, and they are wearing very high, uncomfortable heels for the occasion. don't preach to them about being good christians because chances are that their thoughts are anything but holy at that moment.

and i hated their photographer. he was a condescending asshole who treated his wife like she was a docile incapable inept object that he owned. everything was "sweetie, did you think to check the [insert basic yet technical camera jibberish here]?" and the answer was always a meek yes. he looked down on every woman, me and the bride included (any other day, that would be a very very bad move because i would be a total bitch to you for even thinking that you could control me). he joked with the little flower girls, and i got the urge to pull them away from him. i didn't trust him with them for anything, and i didn't even know the girls. but they were like 6 or 7ish and innocent. i would have trusted my gut over him any day. and even the photographic skills were a little off... he forgot his lens cap was on at one point, which can happen to anyone, but he also posed every "candid" shot. ok, maybe all of that is par for the course, but as a man, i just got a bad feeling about him and HATED how he treated his wife.

i think that's probably the extent of what i'll share about the wedding. a few of the escapades are very unique and probably too identifiable. but if you are curious, feel free to ask on an individual basis. keywords of the more interesting topics were posted in the first thing about the wedding. ok, really getting time to go to bed now.