Fifteen
Sam follows me into my room so we can unload gear and put everything back in its respective home, now that there’s no wedding to shoot.
“I think I’ll keep my camera with me tonight, just in case,” I say.
“At the non-reception?”
“Yeah, I mean, I could get some photos of people and then just grab their email addresses to send them on, if they want.”
“Too generous. You’re going to get sucked into doing family portraits for everyone who eats.” He’s right. “Why don’t you leave the camera here, and let’s just enjoy the unexpected night off? There’ll be free food and dancing and probably more of that amazing Canadian beer …”
“Dancing?” I unzip my case and tuck my camera inside. “How about just the beer part.”
“How about the beer part and then dancing?”
“I thought you said you came
