I’ve currently had 5 cups of strong coffee, and a really hefty dose of Nyquil.
And as much as I want to properly convey how great it was to get to hang out with Morgan and Carson for an afternoon ( it really was ), or how annoyingly cute of a couple they are (true story), all my stuffed-up, fever-addled brain can keep going back to was how much I bled during this shoot, thanks to my genius idea to run through a briar patch in shorts and flip flops while taking a shot. I didn’t actually know they were there of course, but I didn’t stop once I figured it out, either.
It was one of my finer moments of awesomeness, coming in a distant second only to fighting a rock in the ocean by myself for a half hour. (Account of said idiocy can be found HERE.)
Thankfully the bleeding stopped, the shoot continued, and a wonderful time was had by all.
Ten thousand fluffy unicorn points for them going along with dancing in the middle of a field while “Don’t You Wanna Stay” by Kelly Clarkson and Jason Aldean was playing as loud as it could from my iPhone. It was either that, or “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys.”
I’ll save that one for the reception.