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I haven't done a personal post in ages. I get behind. It happens. Actually, I've just yesterday evening come back from a trip to Madrid and I leave next week for The Netherlands and England! I thought to myself: self, put up those Madrid photos before you get slammed with the next batch of travel photos. Except, I have three months' worth of other crap from various travels and adventures that I haven't posted. So instead of "hey, I just got back from Madrid!", you get a bunch of random stuff. Enjoy! In chronological order, just cuz: George was gone for a big chunk of time at the end of March, so I decided I would take a little trip somewhere. Kayak (with its very helpful Explore engine) told me Grand Cayman had a decent flight. I did a tiny amount of Googling and decided - what the heck - I'd spend a few days on Grand Cayman. Several weeks later, I picked up the tiny Frommer's guide to the island, and when I started reading more, I realized that people basically only go to Grand Cayman to scuba dive. So, again - what the heck - I decided I'd get certified. I crash-coursed the online tutorial (this was supposed to happen in New Orleans but the system wouldn't work on my iPad). I did my confined dives (in a swimming pool) the weekend before I set out for the island. Only... womp womp, I injured my ear during the confined dives and it was still messed up when I got to the island. So I couldn't dive! But it was OK. We were still in the middle of the godawful can't-take-any-more-snow winter (remember?) and I was so so so happy to be in the sun, walking on the beach, drinking pina coladas. I didn't take many photos. I was just chilling the hell out. It was really nice. And the snorkeling was exquisite. In fact, even if you don't dive, I highly recommend Grand Cayman. It's a heck of a place. These are some random images from when George and I took a little hike/walk around Great Falls. Turns out my x100 had flipped over to manual focus and I didn't notice... for like, a month. I am a brilliant photographer. And an even more brilliant blogger, because I'm posting these terrifically out-of-focus images. More walks with George - random things around DC. This is my very best friend David. He's a big shot doing IT and when the remote wouldn't work in his conference room (over massive amounts of Lebanese food), he tried hacking it - with pieces of a server. He's a handy guy to have around. I get excited about thunderstorms. A buddy of mine, John, and I went down to the Mall when a bunch of cosplayers were attempting to break the Guinness Record (of having the most cosplayers in one place). They didn't make it (by a loooooong shot) but it was fun anyway. This is my husband, doing his physics thing. We went to San Antonio in April - him for a conference, me to check out the city. I really liked San Antonio - lots of stuff going on. They do a lot better than many other Texan cities by actually embracing their Mexican heritage, rather than trying to shove it under a rug. A rug made out of Walmarts and Applebees. Then we crossed the state to visit our favorite miniature person. And we spent one day in Austin. They have a great turtle pond and there were scads of baby turtles. This is a baby turtle resting on another turtle! Later in May, we went to Savor - a ridiculous, enormous, expensive craft beer festival held in the National Building Museum. It was cool, but it was way too much beer to try to choke down (more than 100 different kinds!) and it was pricey as shit. It was a fun experience for one night, but I can't imagine we'll be back. This picture of a bunch of plants has absolutely nothing to do with Savor, except that I took it at the event. More hiking. Following Greece, I've been trying to get out and walk about amongst trees more often. I don't remember why we were way the hell out in Herndon on this particular day, but we stopped by the Frying Pan Farm and there were tons of baby animals! At World of Beer. I don't remember why, but there was good light on George. A photography meetup with some buds. This is staged, but the others are not. And that's it! For now. I'll get those Madrid and in-between photos up... eventually. You know how it goes. And for friends and relatives and people who enjoy posts like this, I've been doing snapshotty, don't-care-what-it-looks-like, document-my-life type stuff over on Instagram. If you care what I'm up to on a daily basis, that's a much better medium. I obviously can't be trusted to post anything here regularly about my actual life.
If you were wondering how awesome my life is when I'm not photographing weddings, this post should put that question to rest. In the midst of December, with holidays looming large and many presents still to buy, some of my dearest friends and I gathered for a party of epic proportions. There was Dom Perignon from 1992. There were caviar and salmon rillettes. There were hand-written menus (that I did not photograph, but I did hand-write). It was mandatory tie - for everyone. We were eating through all the foods and wines David and Carrie had been saving - hence the foie gras and caviar and things. The salmon rillettes I demanded. We had them during my wedding weekend way back on when at Buchon. We have been unable to repeat them exactly, though this time we came much closer. I'm in a tie too, just wanted to show. David changed out of his tuxedo to cook, the bastard. For those who would be curious: all of these were taken with the Fuji x100, probably at 3200 or 6400 ISO. It's a nifty little camera.
Y'all, I've mentioned how much I enjoy being married to George. He's so freakin' rad. On our first and second anniversaries, I wrote little ditties about how much I love him blah blah blah. And this year I don't feel compelled to do that. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing... as far as I can tell, in a successful marriage, you sort of settle into each other. So things don't seem extraordinary all the time - they're just really nice, really comfortable, really warm and loving and cozy. Plus, I get to be married to this stud! I love this image I snapped of my man at Chris and Shubha's wedding earlier this year. That's my guy. In the dork-ass constellation tie I bought him that he actually loves and wears all the time. Neither of us believe in soul mates. In fact, we both believe that the idea of soul-mates is overwhelmingly depressing, considering that there are billions of people on this earth. No, probably a whole bunch of people - perhaps even some I already met - would have also made good life partners. But every day I spend with George, he becomes more and more the only person I could possibly see myself with. So I guess that's what I mean by growing into each other. You become so familiar, so close, that person really does develop into your soul mate (yeah, thanks for the speech and all Dad... oy). So then! Happy third anniversary to my kick-ass husband. Now we're off to go watch nerdy movies and eat tons of fancy foods. Yesss!