It was an amazing wedding. Like drop fucking dead amazing... From the deep purple décor to the floating orchids all the way down to the boutonnieres and the blinged out bouquets. A MAZ ING. Clearly, there was a lot to photograph, and it would have been an absolute crime to miss any of the intricate, well-planned (ahem) details. Well, I wish the photographer felt the same way. UGH. This dude... GRRRRR.... This fucking dude! Frankly, it was all I could do not to drop kick his ass and have a total meltdown. But, I am a professional, and having a meltdown (that seriously would have included stomping my foot and screaming at the top of my lungs) in front of my client is something I will never do.

Anyway, a few things were happening here. First of all, I had never worked with this photographer. He was somebody that the groom knew (not sure how well or what the relationship was exactly), and clearly, he was quite new to the biz. That's fine, we all have to start somewhere, but let's just say that I wish his start didn't include me (or my bride). And what do I always say, bridey? If you are hiring a wedding planner or you trust the event coordinator at your venue, then choose to work with vendors in their network. Because when you deviate from the professionals which are tried and true (by said wedding planner or wedding venue), and actually have their reputations on the line, you really do risk missing out on the best day of your life. Sounds dramatic, but it's the reality. And second of all... this asshole was unorganized and arrogant. He completely ignored the timeline (which I busted my ass to create) and had no control over the bridal party.

How does his being unorganized affect you? Well, in this case, the bride and groom completely missed the cocktail hour, got announced into the room almost a half an hour late and spent a ton of time during the wedding reception taking FORMALS!!!! OMG!! Can I get a "WHAT the fuck??" Seriously!! And yes, I stepped in and "saved" them as much as I could. And yes, I pulled the photographer aside and "educated" him, but no matter what I did, every single time I turned around this arrogant fucking asshole was gathering a crowd for big ol' staged pictures. Finally, the bride had had enough, and told him that the rest of the photographs were to be of people dancing and not staged.

Moral of the story, bridey? Use vendors that are referred to you via a trusted source, and do not hesitate to speak up if you are not getting what you want. Because it's not just another day, bridey, it's your wedding day and you don't want to miss a second of it because of somebody else's stupidity. Got it?