august is going to be a good month

July 2009 was one rough month. Crazy busy wedding season. Crazy busy work at work. The worst was last weekend when I was on the floor of a bathroom for 24 hours at 8,000 feet (aka the mountains of Colorado) and had to miss Tess’s wedding. Not only did Cooper have to deal with a sick girlfriend and shooting an entire event on his own (which is not problem for him, but more fun to do with someone else) but the car Cooper needed to get to and from the wedding got a flat tire. It was a whirlwind and crazy.

But, I decided August is going to be a better month and so far, three days into it, August has been AWESOME. To begin: 1.) The wedding we shot on Saturday was amazing, the couple was so nice, their families were great to be around and we got to meet Art Streiber (which is a little intimidating while you are shooting a wedding…to have a major photographer in attendance but he was a great guy). 2.) To celebrate this month of joy we took advantage of an invitation to go to the German Tourist Club in the Oakland hills for their bierfest, or some sort of fest. Whatever it was I didn’t want to leave and I fell in love with way too many old men in lederhosen and half sock/half leg warmer contraptions. I honestly felt like I’d died and gone to heaven: it was a beautiful day, I was surrounded by happy friends and family drinking beer, eating purple cabbage and spatzel, and listening to someone yodel while another person played the accordian. Died and gone to heaven. Some photos of what my vision of heaven looks like:

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Then, since pretty much all we do with our days all day every day is work in front of a computer and don’t ever have a true weekend we enjoyed an amazing meal at Camino in Oakland. Go there. If they have the summer berry pudding don’t eat anything else but order after order after order of the pudding. So good.

Life is good. (even is Hans at the German festival isn’t so sure.)

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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