Isn’t emo like when you wear girl jeans…?

camp smith — fish camp — robin and i became instant friends when we first met in palestine, tx… after we got back, i remember that we took a road trip to the galleria in houston on a whim for a little shopping spree… we’re also tennis buds…

robin’s wedding was held at wilshire baptist and the tower club in the thanksgiving building in dallas…

the regular crew was there… crystal and livas… i need to come up with a name for all of us when we shoot together, you know, like on america’s best dance crew: boogie bots or phresh select… ha

after the rehearsal dinner, we had forth meal at cafe brazil – our table was the only table wearing normal clothes… why…? anime convention…!!! wicked-awesome…

robin and i have a future date at top golf – that place looks awesome – i’m a little jealous that crystal got to hang out with the guys and tee off on balls with computer chips… but livas and i learned that emo kids wear girl jeans and watched the comedic stylings of anjelah johnson… “you have boyfriend?”

we got 4 looks at the kiss… thanks, remote camera…

robin and aaron rode away in a carriage… i got a shot of them getting into it… then i ran around to get the other side, and i hit a piece of metal with my arm… so i have a nasty carriage fender shaped hematoma on my bicep… it kinda looks like a tattoo…

on sunday, livas flew to galveston for a photo shoot and crystal and i tried to eat at craft at the w… it was closed so we got some gelatto in victory park…