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
