Saturday’s wedding. The groom’s mother bustles past me dancing my ass off taking photos on the dance floor and grins. “I’m going to go get the glow sticks!” she calls over her shoulder.

I think, Awww yeah. Totally kickass photos.

A team of older wedding guests quickly assembles to crack the sticks and pass them to the revelers. The dance floor slowly lights up with colored tubes weaving around. The music is bumping.

I snap a few shots of them and think, “I wish I could get everyone to hold them up in the air at the same time. That would be cool. Maybe the next song will have them waving their hands in the air.”

Then I remember that I have The Gigantic Camera. When you have The Gigantic Camera, people really want to do what you tell them to, especially when they’re drunk and you want them to do something fun.

I drag a chair to the edge of the dance floor, climb up on it, put my camera around my neck and hold up two glowsticks, one in each hand, waving them back and forth in time to the music and singing along to LMFAO at the top of my lungs.

“Hey! You people! Everyone! Do this!”

And they did.

Occasionally the magnitude of how awesome life is for me right now hits me out of the blue, like a fist when my head was turned, and I get really excited. It is an interesting dichotomy.