As you can probably tell, I'm tinkering with the site, so please excuse the poorly sized pictures and everything else that's wrong!!!

I usually refrain from writing about my clients but this time I may not be able to resist. We recently (ie. last Saturday) shot a gigantic birthday party for our client, a well-to-do dentist, who just turned 40. My idea of a nice birthday party involves some cake, some friends, a few thoughtful presents and maybe some karaoke; the client (we'll call him Dr. Ned) had quite a different vision. Not only did he rent the largest and most expensive hall in Toronto and decorate its 30-foot ceilings and walls with billowing canopies of fabric and rent $3 million dollars worth of sound equipment, he also hired a full band, a DJ, a producer, 2 event planners, a choreographer, a videographer, 6 guys who were painted gold and made to act as human statues on platforms, makeup artists, 12 handsome young men in togas, a full troupe of Greek traditional dancers, belly dancers, hip hop dancers, cha cha dancers, tango dancers, some tiny Asian dancers, and two toga-clad trumpeters to announce his arrival and departure. He performed a very long program of singing traditional Greek songs, dancing in intricate routines, and making speeches to his hundreds of friends and his beloved family members. He even hired a rapper to rap over one of his Greek rhumba songs as he sang. The food kept coming, the performances kept on going, and a good time was had by all, until the wee hours of the morning. I've never seen such an over-the-top event. The rest of the weekend was spent driving to Guelph to shoot a wedding in the beautiful town of Elora, with the assistance of my very competent, professional and adorable brother, Nathaniel Ian, my feet are covered in blisters on every side from the heels I had to run around in on both unfortunate days. Monday Nathan and I went to look at apartments near his new school in North Toronto, which were all disgusting and over-priced. Then I leapt into a bus and went to Waterloo to take my sister to the doctor (which she hates and avoids like the plague) and rushed home a few hours ago to find a mountain of e-mails in my computer, classes that I am required to take being full, and a cranky and tired husband who said he had nightmares because I was away for the night. (We're almost never apart.) Tomorrow is a large shoot for Home Depot, and I have about 9000 hours of editing to do from the 30 GBs of pictures we shot last weekend. Hurray!