Who'll Take the Pictures?

Today the Hunky Scientist and I met a photographer over at a coffee shop in the Sunset. Bob's more into evaluating personality and whether or not he's comfortable with the photographers and their methods and philosophies, so that's his area of coverage. I'm more into looking at the way they compose their photos, how they run their business, what their client-service ethic is, and so on. We're both concerned about budget. This photographer has a gorgeous portfolio and she has the background I'm hoping to find in our wedding photographer. She wasn't too thrown off by our unconventional wedding plans (only 1 attendant each, no flower girl, no ring bearer, no dancing at the reception, please no interminable slog of posed photos right after the wedding.) She wasn't overly friendly; she conducted herself as though she were on a job interview, which was appropriate, but she wasn't overly formal or stiff either. And her rates are within our budget. She's the only photog we've interviewed so far, but I like her a lot. Bob is reserving judgment until we meet with the other two we have in mind. We had a nice chat, a nice cup of coffee, and then we came home and I broke out the jump rope, the dumbells, the exercise ball, and the yoga mat and had a medium-hard workout. Which means there was plenty of sweating, but no swearing. Now I'm just finishing a bowl of Bob's potato and kale soup. And I'm about to go scrounge up some dessert to balance out the healthfulness of this meal. So far the working out has trimmed me down a few pounds and some previously too-tight pants are fitting again. I am far from the sleek number I aim to be by February of next year. Mind you, I'm posting this on my wedding site. But I made this fitness goal well before Bob proposed. Quit scoffing. And if you don't stop rolling your eyes, they'll freeze in position back there and when that happens you'd best not come crying to me.