As we headed down the 15, eating our subway sandwiches, we talked strategy, timeline, hairstyles

Does my hair look ok? I mean, is it too flat? I should’ve curled it huh? I knew it.

With all the anticipation built up, it almost felt like WE were the ones getting married. But we pulled up, put our game faces on, and were ready to rock it out. Little did we know the day would start out with a lens on a suicide mission, bouncing off the ground like a super ball, followed by a bee with an anger problem that took a liking to me ,then a not so attentive driver that got friendly with the rear end of our car. Fortunately the lens took most of the hit on the hood and was working perfect, the bee was kind enough to sting me on my non-trigger hand, and the trailer hitch was the car’s savior (though we cant say the same for the person that hit us). But Friends, I cried like a 10 year old girl! Seriously. Who knew bee stings could hurt THAT bad! I mean really.. what a way to make an entrance right?! The photographer drops a lens then gets stung by a bee and starts crying. HA. Awesome.