The weekend event.

Is Nat and Wayne's wedding.
It's pouring rain today, I hope they will have better weather in a few days...

I took the whole weekend off work. I never do that. Never.

But I think I deserve a nice two days to have some fun. Saturday we will get ready (Charlie's house is going to be hair and makeup central) get all dressed up, go off, see our friends get married, then go and have a blast at the reception. Eat and drink and dance and stay up all night.

And Sunday will be a day of recuperation. Probably greasy hangover food and a cosy movie.

Sounds good, doesn't it?


But I am torn about something. A part of me wants to take my camera bag and take loads of pictures, sort of like a practice for when I'll be photographer at Charlie's wedding. But another part of me wants to just go and forget about it and just have some fun. I don't know what I'll do yet. Wayne and Nat paid this photographer over three grand to take pics, so they really don't need me to take any. And do I really want to carry my camera around with me all night? But then if I did go for it I could compare my photos to the one of the super expensive professionnal and see how they measure up.

Ah, what to do.