We had a whirlwind of a Thanksgiving. L.'s brother decided to get married the day after Thanksgiving so that more people could make it to their wedding. L.'s cousin drove down from Portland and the three of us made the 15 hour drive to California. We left Wednesday at 5PM and drove through the night. L.'s brother asked me to be the photographer for their wedding so I spent Thursday morning taking pictures of the rehearsal and scoping out the right places for their pictures.
We had Thanksgiving at her family's house, which was interesting since it was 80 people we didn't know and us 6 people. The next morning we found out all the things that still needed to be done and I spent the morning with the mother of the bride going shopping for the odds and ends. When we got back L. and I finished up the bouquets and I took pictures of everyone getting prepared. I was taking pictures of everyone as they all walked down the aisle and my camera started saying error just as the bride was walking down the aisle. The external flash had slipped and shorted something out at the worst possible time. I ran back up to the hotel room and grabbed my backup camera and got back just in time for the important kiss. I used all eight rolls of film that I just happened to have luckily, but it was film so I couldn't see how any of the shots turned out. Everything else went off without a hitch except for L.'s youngest brother getting to drunk and being an idiot with his friend. He is either going to clean up his act or someone will die, him or whoever he crashes into. It is pretty bad to have to say that about someone that is only 17.
Saturday morning we packed everything back up. In the afternoon we "decorated" their cars since they didn't drive to the hotel then headed home. We were in such a hurry that we forgot the stuff we were going to take back with us.