I don’t know if it was the carnival theme itself that made me forget that I was the “bride” or just the nature of being a Kentucky girl at heart that brought out my “trashy” side…but after looking through the photos, I realized that I may have had a few questionable moments at the Circus of Love. I mean – there was a point when my mother’s amazing friend, Jeannetta, told me to put down “one” of my drinks. Seriously…a double-fisting bride? Who did I think my groom was? Edward Forty-Hands?
Images courtesy of Eden Ink Photography