If you’ve ever sat down with your spouse and sorted through a bazillion wedding photo proofs to select finals to be printed, you know the activity can be the first real test on the strength of your marital union. Amen, I say. But there’s levity, or at least rumors of levity, in some of those discarded proofs you (or at least my wife thinks we) chose not to print. Yes, yes, I’m talking about the outtakes. The locus of the truth about the nature of your sacred union with your sweetie.
Here, for instance, watch the evening take shape as I step on Julie’s dress while she and my mom hug it up in the church. While I, personally, believe Julie’s patience with me standing on her gown foreshadows a lifetime of marital tolerance to come, the photographic evidence reveals, perhaps, something else - something that spread outward from the besmirched and torn, tiny piece of fabric on the church floor, clinging like Kudzu to the guests and, eventually, inevitably, to our hearts.
Hahaha, right, but these are some funny pictures.