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Cooper and I were asked twice now what we do for fun when we are not shooting weddings. Both times we just look at each other and were speechless. We have tried to come up with something good for a response, but after our trip to San Luis Obisbo we have come to a conclusion: when we are not shooting or working we either a.) spend 5 hours at the nearest outlet store or b.) go out to eat or c.) go to McDonald’s for an ice cream sundae. Yes, McDonalds and yes outlet malls. Pretty sad but also oh so good!

Last Friday we tried to get down to SLO in record time, but accidentally stopped at the Gilroy outlet stores and ended up spending $2987529375 on luggage and white pants. You heard me right white pants. We have three weddings this year that include a white party or require all white attire. Let me tell you, white clothes are hard to find that don’t make me look like this:
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Ali in One Flew Over the Cukoo’s Nest…aka a wedding

Actually, a white party sounds pimpin’ (I just said pimpin’! Sounds weird coming from me), but it is just hard when your body is already super white. I guess I will just have to come to terms with being a white mental institution walking stick with a dark brown mop of hair.

Anyhow, while we were in SLO we got to see “The Flan’s Clan”…aka all the fans that have declared Greg as their leader. It was pretty incredible to see how he has established himself as a major player in SLO where both guys and girls throw themselves at him. If you were unable to see his magical photo powers last time when I gave a bum link on my blog, then maybe this time it’ll work. He is AWESOME. In just a year he has developed this huge understanding for the complicated world called photography…he and Cooper talked nearly all 36 hours about camera/tech stuff. Oh, and we finally got to eat a waffle at Linnea’s. YUM!  Thanks, Greg. Good times.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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