This weekend was going to be a well-choreographed endeavor for me. I was supposed to fly down to LA on Thursday night, catch up with friends and family on Friday, shoot a wedding in Yorba Linda on Saturday, fly back to SF that same night, and shoot a second wedding on Sunday. Phew! It was going to be rough but I was really looking forward to it. Until…I got a phone call from the Bride of Sunday’s wedding. She called as I was about to board BART this morning with a slight tone of panic in her voice. This is how it went:

Bride: “Hi! I just wanted to call to give you my cell phone number.”

Me: “Oh great! Thanks!”

Bride: “Uh, I also got your email from last night and was a little confused.” …..
“You wrote ‘See you Sunday’.” ….. “The wedding is on Saturday!!”

Me: “Oh! Why did I think it was Sunday? No problem. I’ll see you Saturday at 11:15 as scheduled. ”

Bride: “OK, I was going to have a panic attack for a second there.”

Me: “No worries. I’ll be there on Saturday.”

*click*

I ran onto the train, plopped myself down in the nearest seat, and nearly threw up in my lunchbag. HOW DID I DOUBLE-BOOK MYSELF?!!!! So as I steamed for the 22-minute ride through the tunnel (with no cell-phone reception), I couldn’t help feeling a stream of anxiety, disappointment, and confusion all at the same time. My head was spinning and that felt like the longest BART ride EVAR!! As soon as I got off the train, I ran to the curb for my shuttle, didn’t see it, so I sat down and called the Brother to break the news. He was going to have to fly solo on Saturday and I wasn’t going to be flying down to LA after all. AAAck!

Brother – Thank you for being so understanding. Your sister is a complete idiot. I owe you a fat dinner and trip to Napa Valley.

**If you are a potential client reading my blog, please don’t let this hiccup deter you from considering me as your photographer. Trust me, this was a complete brain fart that will NEVER EVER happen again.