When some of your best friends in the whole world decide to get married after being together for 28 years, having three daughters and one granddaughter, and their wedding is in a garage and it's raining outside, and this whole thing takes place at the Silver Baby Cup, a rogue yard golf tournament/massive friend reunion, which they created ten years ago, and they ask you to photograph it? And your hot Mediterranean boyfriend performs a beautiful, drunken Greek dance at the end? You have to be careful - you might just die of happiness.

I was told later that I was holding Milo while I was taking these pictures, which I have no memory of. I think I blacked out on joy.