It started with Roger handing me an iced glass filled with a cloudy yellowish liquid. It was hot, I’d been walking up the one million stairs that connect the ballroom with room 433, I needed liquids. I took a huge gulp, and another, before somewhere in the back of my head the message slowly trickled, the drink had a serious amount of alcohol in it – somewhere north of rum.

Half an hour later, we were at the terrace, watching Roger and Greg get married in a traditional celtic ceremony. Rockstars? Yes. Loads of fun? Yep. People being themselves, ignoring V and I’s instructions, messing about, allowing us to capture the energy and adrenaline that only kicks that hard when you’ve just gotten married or someone has told you to jump out of the airplane? Check. Can’t wait for the couples session.

If Greg and Roger look familiar its because we did a lifestyle session with the Smythe family last year two years ago.

This entry was posted Monday, October 12th, 2009 at 11:43 pm and is filed under The westcliff, V, Weddings, real weddings, same sex weddings.