This is me and the backseat of the van and the strap of my dress on the long drive from the wedding to the reception.
This is me and the top half of my dress, both of us bonding with the friend that I hadn't seen since eighth grade.
And this is the only clear shot of me and my whole dress, with a nice picturesque background, and the blowing wind and my weird posture conspiring to make it look like I'm smuggling a beachball to the reception along with my huge fat ass. As someone so aptly put it, "Hey, can I get the sack in cinnamon?"
(actually, I really like the dress. In 3D it looked really nice. It just doesn't photograph well. Especially with a beach ball shoved up it.)