Is It My Fault She Always Walked Away

It was brought to my attention by an anomymous, unnamed person - both of which are the same person - that there were not enough flattering, frontal pictures of the bride at the Dial-Savio wedding.

Is it my fault that I was too engaged with myself and my table at this wedding? Is it my fault that this bride hates me so much that every time I called out to her, every time I so desperately tried to get her attention and approval, she simply, and without any explanation, turned her back on me? Leaving me to think only one thing. No two things:

a) My goodness what a lovely back she has. Must capture lots of back pictures to post on my blog.
b) Why does the bride hate me? Can there be any other reason for her placing me at a table so far removed from herself and her groom, resulting in my inability to capture her above-average-photogenic face?
c) That wedding cake was tasty.

Said person: seems like I cannot count either.

Then said, anonymous, unnamed person somehow got her - or his, since we have no idea who said, anonymous, unnamed person really is - hands on photos that said person deemed of higher quality then my pictures. And gave me 24 hours to post haste them on this blog.

Before I get to the pictures I just want to extend my thanks to said person for their assistance, generosity, threats and sense of grandeur.



First, to a appease me, an overly flattering picture of myself was included.


Then an only somewhat flattering picture of bride.
I'm so glad I've been able to keep my composure through all of this.
Some people would have been bitter.



I probably shouldn't give myself equal status to the bride by lumping us together like this.
But I was specifically instructed to leave the focus on the bride.



Here the bride looks lovely, sure. But DAMN,
who’s that bridesmaid?

Again, all eyes on the bride:

This very lovely family attended the wedding. Bride is somewhere close by.


This lovely family also attended the wedding.
Bride is getting a drink close by.


I don't know who invited these girls. Too much competition for the bride,
who happens to be close by.



Here the bride appears happy about the cake. Then she has a bite.

You can't pay for this type of entertainment. And you shouldn't.


This picture was included against bride's will since it qualifies as a mushy picture.
Plus look at that stupid baby. I mean who wears white
to someone else's wedding?


Da dancomaniac was there. And yup, that's the bride's head.
Revisited.


This is a disgusting, mushy picture of friends singing together and having
a great time.

Now that I have indulged in some big, tough talk, I feel that it's necessary to do what I was threatened asked to:


Mr. and Mrs. Dagger Dial.


I love this one because I'm not bitter. Although it's a little on
the mushy side if you ask me.


I'm glad someone captured Lance being helpful.


And my personal favorite: How lovely is that back?
Also, groom is broad shouldered and very manly.