october nineteenth two-thousand two

on that date, my oldest friend is getting married.
in some respects, i think there should be more pomp and circumstance to her wedding; but, knowing her, this homey, practical approach feels much more like the kind of person she is. real. solid. low-key. she’s already taken care of a lot of the technicalities: flowers, location, dress, girdle. we’re working on the JP, marriage license, hair, nails, and dinner reservations now. i feel a little useless in all this, though. like i should be doing more, organizing things, taking the load off her shoulders. isn’t that what a best friend and maid of honour do? but that all goes back to the kind of ceremony it will be… no frills.
she’s asked me to be her photographer. i’m scared shitless. i’ve been obsessing over wedding photography sites all morning and listing possible shots as i play out the day in my head. i don’t want to fuck anything up. i want it to be perfect for her, because i love her so much and want her day to be exactly the way she wants it. that means ensuring the photos she will look at for years to come are perfect, too.
i think it’s time to start practicing candids.