What, Me Wordy?

My brother says my posts are too long.  This may or may not be the first time I have been accused of being verbose.  Indeed, I endured a long period of adjustment in a college journalism class; why say it in five words if I could say it one hundred?  Why answer the five W's in a succinct manner when it is so easy to meander into a well-intentioned treatise on mariachi music?

Well, to prove to my brother, myself, and the world, that brevity is truly the soul of my wit, I just want to share some photo-booth photos taken at a friend's recent wedding.  Firstly, they are the only pictures of me taken in the last 20 years that I actually like.  Secondly, from here on out I'm not sure that couples will be allowed to refer to their nuptials as a "wedding" unless a mariachi band is involved.  I LOVE mariachi music and the aforementioned wedding was underscored by one of the best mariachi bands I have ever heard.  The trumpeter/vocalist had a voice worthy of La Scala.  The echo of the string instruments across the traditional, stained glass-laden, heavily-mosaicked Catholic church gave me goosebumps.  The combination of religious and secular music - including a cover of Perry Como's "It's Impossible" - truly knocked my socks off.  Oh, right...brevity....

The funniest part of these photos came when we took them to our table and compared them with the photos of other guests; their photos appeared to be in full color while ours appeared slightly-aged and barely tinted.  I was convinced that the photographer saw us and immediately switched the dial to the "old-timey" setting.  As it turns out that was not the case.  Apparently, our faces are so big, so white, and so close to the flash that the color got washed out!  Nevertheless, I actually like the way they turned out.  Note to self: get a tan.


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny