Photoe Shoot

My friend Katie got married tonight. It was a great wedding. Beautiful ceremony and a fun reception.

Being as I have a heart of stone, things like weddings don't make me super emotional. Something today triggered my sensitive side. I'm not sure what it was, but I started picturing Katie when we were in college and was just glad to see her so happy standing up there on the alter. Now, don't go jumping the gun and think I let the tears flow. I didn't. I just got a little water in my eyes.

The sappiness ended when we got into the reception hall. I scouted out my place to sit, got some hourderves, and sat down. We all noticed the various pictures lining the tables. They were of Katie and Kenny's time together thus far and of them as youngins. Then, I noticed the one sitting right in front of my face. My sweet, loving friend Katie, the one who I almost just shed a tear for, had placed a cone-headed picture of myself, her, and Miranda after a water polo game. Those water polo caps were not very flattering. Neither were the cheesed out smiles on our faces!

After dinner, the dancing began. I was busting a move when began asking me about my running. Was I still running? How far do I go? Does Shea come with me? I answered all of her questions, when she unfortunately looked down at my feet. With that, came another question.

"Oh my God, are those from running?" I didn't know what the heck she was talking about. Are what from running? I know I have gross feet, but I thought Jeff was exaggerating when he tells me to keep those things away from him. Miranda clarified for me that she was talking about what she thought were bruises on my toenails.

Sheepishly, I explained to her that the bruise like effect came from my last pedicure wearing off because it had been that long. At least two months to be exact. This got a good laugh, sparing me embarrassment. Miranda and Katie proceeded to show off their freshly pedicured toes catching the attention of the photographer. He came over and was eager to take a photo of our feet. I begged and pleaded that this was not a good idea. The damn photographer would not take no for an answer, and neither would the bride. I didn't feel like arguing with the bride, so I slyly hid my grotesque toes beneath Miranda's shoe as best I could.

Anyways, Katie, I apologize when that photo shows up on the wedding roll. But, they do always say, payback is a b*tch!