>Just upgraded from Sony A300 to Sony A57
>Loving the fuck out of this thing.
>Next day, off to hometown to be best man for my best friends wedding
>Brought camera, favorite lenses, favorite strobes, etc
>The place is fucking beautiful, a huge open sided tent with almost 100 people, in the middle of their great big lawn surrounded by woodlands
>A pleasant lot of good, thoughtful, talented, fun loving people. Musicians, teachers and artists etc
>End up shooting almost the entire time, and somehow results are far better than the paid photographer.
>This is by far one of the most easy going nights ever, everyone is so enjoyable, so much incredible footage and photos to be had.
>Moonlit night, pool and hot-tub and alcohol (and a bit of pot) in full effect
>Head inside to relax a bit and play the piano
>Father of the groom (A fantastic guy, treats me like his son, was also my art teacher in highschool) comes up and compliments me on my piano playing
>Asks if he can take a couple shots with the camera
>No problem bro, ur my bro bro
>Thanks bro
>continue playing piano
>10 minutes later he comes wandering back, sits on the couch, mud up one side of his suit
>"Hey, wh..where's the camera?"
>"What? cam.. oh... uh. I'unno..."
>"Wh.. where the ff.. where is my camera?"
>"Probably over there somewhere I guess"
>He is completely shit-faced, and is an EXPERT at acting like he's not.
>Book it in the direction he gestured, and see the camera on the table, strobe next to it.
>Camera is absolutely covered in mud, cracked glass, huge scrapes along the bottom of the lens and body
>Strobe foot is completely shattered, bits still inside the hotshoe.
>Luckily it was just the UV filter all smashed in, the lens is fine.
>talk to the newly wed broski+1 about it, we decide to forget about it, deal with it in the morning
>Have a fantastic rest of the night.
>Next morning, the father doesn't remember ANY of it, writes me a cheque anyway.
>Cheque fucking bounces, ends up costing me even more.
