An Outdoor Concert: From the Inside

20130920_215518I could have let it go. I thought about studying. But am I so glad I texted my friend, one who loves spontaneity more than myself, two nights ago. Her movie-theater-turned-giant-church invited everyone to a concert by their hometown guys who made it big. But even yesterday morning, my thoughts remained divided. Will they even need volunteers? Don’t you have a test in a week? Those questions and much studying carried on into the afternoon with songs playing in the background–the very CD on which the tour is based. I clicked the album cover as if shaking a magic eight ball, hoping the outlook was good. A text came from that same friend, Hey, let’s do this. Just show up tonight with me and I’ll get you in to volunteer! Can you meet me at 5:30? 

Concert. Study. Concert. Study. Yes, definitely, I promptly replied.
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Goin’ to the Chapel

Roadtripsters.

Roadtripsters.

Two of my dear, biology major friends married one another this past weekend. That meant that two of my other sciencey major friends and I skipped south some seven hours, across a time zone, and into Nashville. Our plan? Switch n’ study. To alternate quizzing and driving only seemed logical for one dental and two medical students. But three quarters of the way there, I felt as fresh as when I’d begun my shift at 5:40 AM. Catching up with old lab buddies kept me brighter eyed than any dose of espresso.
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A Touch of the Wild

Happy is the heart of her that holds a snow leopard cub.

Happy is the heart of her that holds baby animals.

Absolutely captivated, I approached the snow leopard, meekly, reverently. The reception at the zoo had already fulfilled my needs of baby animal petting with the kangaroo, fox, and penguin. But here stood a keeper, inviting me to scoop up all four paws of this ball of fur. What me, the wedding photography coordinator? Hold that, one of three-thousand left in the world?! Fifteen seconds of pure ecstasy ensued. His purring in rhythm with my own, I forgot all the camera falls, late groomsmen, wardrobe malfunctions.
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We Are Family (Feelin’ Some Sister Sledge)

My dad has this little photography gig on the side. Which means that my mom has this little wedding coordinator job on weekends. And a great looking couple with extra cameras needs help capturing all those special moments. So my sixteen year old brother and I tag along.

I used to enjoy talking about their adventures at a camo-themed wedding or with a rising country star or, my personal favorite, alongside baby animals. (If you hope for exotic animals at your reception, I’d go get hired at a zoo then marry another zoo employee.) But this summer, my mom was on call one weekend, my brother at a tennis camp another weekend. Pretty soon I found myself chasing down Aunt Tillie for the family formals and snapping pics in some bridal suite downtown. A lot more than just talking.
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