June 1st, 2013


Some friends of mine are getting married this summer. A few weeks ago they got in touch with me and asked me if I'd be the wedding photographer. I agreed, though shooting weddings is something I generally wouldn't do-- there's too much pressure, and way too much potential for fucking it up. Plus, I'd rather slit my wrists than deal with bridezilla. For these friends I would be happy to do it.

Yesterday while I was playing poker I got a text message:

"What are you doing on (wedding date)?"

"Sorry, I'm busy. I have a wedding to go to."

"There's been a bit of a mixup. Will you officiate?"

No hesitation. "Sure! You'll have to find another photographer, though."

We exchanged several messages about what they wanted in a ceremony, and then I sent this: "I'm currently batting .667. I expect you to improve my average."

"Can you marry us twice so we can bring the average up farther?"

I spent the afternoon at their place today, hanging out and talking about the wedding. One of the things that I've figured out over the years is that I don't want to officiate a wedding unless I know the people involved well enough to be absolutely certain that I think they belong together. In this case, there's no doubt in my mind. They support each other. They take care of each other, in both big and small ways. "Can I help you with that?" "What do you want to drink?" "Let me run upstairs and get that for you." They're sweet. She's dealing with nonstop family crisis right now, and he's doing everything he can to help her through it.

He even proposed to her in a sweet, romantic way. They both play in bands, and during a party last year he and his band sang a song to propose to her in front of everyone. I don't think it was the Bruno Mars song, but it might have been. I shall be eternally sad that I had to leave the party before this happened.1 (Update: it was actually this song.)

Most amusingly to me, it was my fault that they met although I had no idea that's what I was doing. They met at a dinner I hosted several years ago. They owe me bigtime for that particular bit of serendipity.

1. In a completely unrelated note, my ex-husband proposed to me in bed. In retrospect, that should have been an automatic "no".