Last week Sarah and I went to Kansas to visit our good friends Amy and Jeremy. Sarah and Amy have been best friends longer than Sarah and I have known each other. So it was nice to be able to go and just hang out with them for a few days. Despite all the love we have for their family our trip took a serious turn the day before we left. We were trying to think of something to do when, without any prior planning or warning, an epic 1970s bowling battle broke out. Your mind is about to be blown.

Checking out my perfectly sculpted facial hair, and there’s Amy and Jeremy trying to look cool.

The stage was set. Who would be the victor?

Sarah and I had some triumphs, taking an early lead.

Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that we were more concerned about striking a pose than scoring strikes. (see what I did there?)

Amy and Jeremy had unshakable confidence and their focus was intimidating.

Despite Sarah’s perfect form, we began to fall apart and lost our lead. Our joy quickly turned to despair.

We thought their gloating and victory dances were a bit over the top and unnecessary. There’s always next time and the Gilliam’s do not stay down for long! The Pummel’s better watch their back, because the 80s are just around the corner.

This post is particularly special for me. My best friend since high school got married a couple of weeks ago just north of Chicago. Many of us were starting to think that Nate might not find the right one. We’re getting older after all and I have been married to the fabulous Sarah for five years now. Just as we were beginning to lose hope, she appeared. He was a graphic artist for a youth group in Oklahoma, Lisa was a bible school student from Chicago. Their paths crossed and they fell for each other. He found someone that made him happier and drove him crazier (an important ingredient for a lasting marriage) than anyone before.
I was honored that Nate asked me to be his best man, but this meant I wouldn’t be able to take pictures. I would be concerning myself with looking dashingly handsome in a tux and giving hilarious speeches. Since I like doing Day After sessions I suggested we use the Chicago backdrop for some sweet photos. Knowing that I wouldn’t leave without taking pictures they agreed and we got together for a shoot. You know I like cheesy names, so we’ll call this “Chicago Nights”. Actually, we won’t ever say that again. Enjoy.

Look out, Sexy Time!