I spent today photographing a wedding for a friend. Typically, I don't do weddings. They're awful for my blood pressure. I worry about missing those critical moments. And most importantly, there are no do-overs.
During download, iPhoto declared 400 of my photos were corrupt and unreadable. I put my nervous breakdown on hold and called Chris, who, thank goodness, was awake at that hour. He worked his magic, and the photos were saved. And backed up. And backed up again.
I should note that the wedding was beautiful and the guests couldn't have been kinder. But in the future? I'll bring my camera to weddings, but I will never again be the only photographer. My nerves can't take it.