Once the ladies and I were finished with our photos, we squirreled me away in the bridal suite so the guys could get in on the photo action.
Like many guys, Mr. Whale really doesn’t like being in photos. (He’s actually gotten way more accepting of photos in the last few months. He told me it’s because actually taking more photos made him realize what looks good and what looks bad. What a novel idea. Mr. Whale realized that practice actually does make perfect.)
As much as Mr. Whale hates photos, he managed to select a group of groomsmen who hate them even more (with the exception of my brother, who is disgustingly photogenic). It is a true miracle that Brenda managed to get even a single photo that isn’t horrifically awkward. (I always want to tell the guys, “It’s no wonder you don’t like yourself in photos. You’re not even trying!” But, men will be men. Can’t reason with them.) In the space of only about twenty minutes, Brenda got some really good photos.
Mr. Whale told me the way the guys were finally able to slightly overcome their fear of photos was to pretend they were shooting old album covers for a band. After all, Mr. Whale did look like he was the singer of a nineties ska band.
And several of the guys were rocking the chucks. (We didn’t require any of the guys to buy chucks, because we just felt bad making them make buy stuff. They actually didn’t have to buy anything. The ties were a gift. The rest of the attire was a choice of gray or black pants and gray or black shirt.)
Fun fact: Mr. Whale has been in bands with ALL of his groomsmen (and ushers, who you’ll meet shortly), again with the exception of my brother. BUT, my brother is also quite musically talented, so I’m sure if we all lived close, we’d form an awesome nineties cover band.
These guys could make an epic band. Let me introduce you to them and tell you what instruments they play. From left to right: Foo (drums), J (bass), B (guitar, vocals, bass), Z (guitar, vocals, bass), N (guitar, vocals), Mr. Whale (guitar, vocals, drums, bass… he’s pretty awesome), M (guitar, drums, vocals), A (bass), K (guitar, vocals), A (guitar, vocals). That’s some serious talent, folks.
The guys also decided to get in on the swings action, just like the girls. AND, Mr. Whale also wanted to stand in a swing. AND, he chose the same swing as me. It’s a sign 🙂
The guys were such good sports about putting up with photos for Mr. Whale. And if they ever do form a super epic band, I think we have the album cover.
I think I’ll call them Mr. Whale and the Whalers (get it??).
Who else had groomsmen who hate photos?
P.S. This is my 100th Weddingbee post!!!
*All photos by the super fabulous Brenda Upton Photography
If you missed any part of this whale of a tale, get caught up here. Previously…
- My underwear was nabbed by the underwear bandit.
- We did last minute errands in Atlanta, then drove to Blairsville, where I had an emotional moment in the courthouse getting our marriage license.
- I got emotional at our rehearsal. Then it was off to bed, where my Ambien caused some unexpected weirdness.
- I awoke on my wedding day, and headed off to get ready with my bridesmaids (and give them some gifts!)
- My braided hairstyle was everything I ever dreamed of.
- After putting on my veil, it was time to head over to where I was getting married!!
- The bridesmaids got dressed, and then I got dressed!!
- I showed off my accessories, which featured turquoise tights, a fab hair flower, and a bright pink crinoline!
- The bridesmaids and I took some super fun photos, and then I took some solo shots.