Photobooth madness...

Yes, yes, I realize that in yesterday's post I said I was done boring you with all the little details of my wedding the greatest wedding in the history of the universe. Sue me. I lied.

I can't possibly go on without ever posting the infamous photobooth pics. And it's really not all about me. This time. I've also included, for your viewing pleasure, some photobooth shots from the wedding we attended last weekend. And for the millionth time, all cred goes to our amazing photographer, because this type of photobooth setup is his brainchild... and it's WAY fun.

So. Apparently I turn into a dancing queen (i.e. clumsy moron) once I step foot in front of the self-controlled camera. Trust me. I only included the pretty ones. You know, to make myself look good* ;)

It seems we follow a theme upon entering the photobooth. For the sake of comparison, you'll see pics from my wedding (black/white background**) and pics from JP and Kris Ann's wedding (blue/brown background).

Shall we?

First up, we have the "let's dance like a fool and snap a million pictures to show our future kids just how cool we were back in the day" shots.



Apparently I'm quite fond of raising the roof.

Next we have the "gee, Carolyn looks rather pick-up-able" shots. Oy. I'm really not that light, people.

And um, being picked up in an uber-short dress was slightly dangerous. I'm pretty sure I gave the band a little peek of my leopard print boyshorts***.

Now onto the "jump" phase of the photobooth series.


Again, dangerous. First I almost lost the girls, second I probably mooned the backdrop. Such is life.

Ah, here we have the "I'm too cool for school" shots.

Nick likes to call this one our "Bel Biv Devoe" look. I guess I'm a bad child of the 80s/90s because I don't really know what that means.

And just for fun, a prim and proper "prom pose".

Wasn't that fun?

*I never said modesty was a strong-suit.

**Because obviously seeing me in a giant white dress wasn't enough of a give-away.
***They liked it. (See footnote 1)****

****If you're waiting for me to tire of footnotes, keep waiting. They amuse me.