What the fuck? I know the economy is in the shitter, but it's an email like this that will send you to the looney bin:
" First, I'd like you to know that we truly love your photographs. When we compare photographers, the quality of your work clearly stands out. It is exemplary, beautiful, and captures the essence of not only the day, but the uniqueness of each couple as well. At this time, however, we are working with a limited budget and are not sure that we can fully afford the price you have quoted. If there is any wiggle room, or ways that we can work together to decrease the cost, it would be great to discuss things further. Thank you so much for your understanding and we hope to speak with you soon!"
YES, baby---wiggle yourself to the ATM and make a withdrawal. So it's in a situation like this that I have to wonder - if the photography is so fucking important, then what ELSE has gone under the budget hatchet? It's really a matter of bridal preference in the end, isn't it?
Is she going all out on the dress, or buying some shitty-ass-poly-blend-fire-hazard that might ignite when her fat thighs rub together?
Is she going to make a Stop and Shop run for flowers and a bushel of babys breath on the way to the altar? Maybe some nice plastic or silk delights from Michael's Arts & Crafts...as nothing say 'classic' more than flowers that smell like a plastic garbage bag. . . sprinkle some glitter around the table and you'll provide your guests with a sparkling fantasyland, as well as something for the kids to inhale and choke on. Throw around some shit trinkets from Christmas Tree Shops too and make the table look full. Full of shitty crap.
Think she'll expect the groom to go cheapo on the ring? Fuck no! That poor sap is now in the hole for the next 10 years trying to pay off that glimmering Pussy Insurance.
No no, a much smarter choice would be to skimp on your photography: the thing you cannot live without but somehow simply cannot pay for. So in 10 years when the shit-ass proofs you got from "Tony Nunzio's Champagne Fantasy Photography and Video DJ Studios" fade to the color of urine and ice tea, you're 8 kids can look at you and say, "Mom and Dad---you were some cheap motherfuckers."
