So yesterday morning, in a situation completely unrelated to the wedding but completely related to my job, I needed a picture in a hurry to test the photo-uploading feature of our newly relaunched web site, Triangle.com. Some background: I've been working like Mongo (Blazing Saddles reference), a minor pawn in the prep work for this new site for about three months, and as we were coming down to the wire, all of a sudden the photo feature -- which lets people share their photos on the site -- wasn't working. We had practically everyone except Jim Goodnight working on the problem. Finally, at 10:45 and 42 seconds, we got the email from The Boys in the Lab that it was working. But you know me, obsessive-compulsive boyo that I am, I didn't want to leave it alone. I thought, ok, I've got to test this sucker myself. So I scoured my hard drive, and what do you know, I found the pics from the engagement photo shoot. So I loaded the one with Travis and me, and that became the first new image on the relaunched Triangle.com. Eventually, people started getting their own pictures uploaded and it eventually got shoved off the home page.
In other developments...... I was watching some bridezilla show the other night; it might have been the Bridezilla show, I don't know. They're all starting to run together, because they all have the same motif, if I can use that word. What I mean is that they are videotaping the bride and the bridesmaids in the house before going to church, or in the bride's room at the wedding venue, and pure heck is reigning. The bride is usually on her cell telling someone at the other end that she's freakin' because the flowers haven't shown up yet. You have never seen such tension as in these sequences. Meanwhile, what they don't show is the groom and his homies, shooting the breeze and scratching, where the conversation is running to: "So, like, who do you like this weekend, the Colts or the Patriots?" Guys don't typically go all Hugh Grant/Four Weddings and a Funeral on you. They aren't that self-aware.
One issue that I learned about, visually, from the show I was watching is that getting the bride into the car with her wedding gown and all the accoutrements on takes several minutes, and is not unlike trying to wedge the box with the new DeWalt 3750 PSI pressure washer (with the 13 horsepower Honda engine) into your back seat at Home Depot, except that the pressure washer is not hurting dog's ears for blocks. I have not seen this on any wedding checklist.
