Wedding 2 of 2
"I'm not ready to throw rice. Gotta Go!"
New Brunswick: Day 10
Homo-factor: sub-zero
Anxiety Level: astronomical
Irritation Level: beyond recognition
9:30 am Rise and Shine for my departure back to Lake George. Miraculously, I awoke without a hangover. It's quite likely that the downpour of rain the night before had sufficiently cleansed the booze right out of me. I said goodbye to the new Mr. & Mrs Mersereau and was off to Tim Horton's for coffee before my drive home. I must say, living in St. George would be far more tolerable now, given the recent addition of fast food and drive-thru coffee. Why were were deprived of this when we lived there? Fuckers.
After arriving at the cottage I was quickly instructed to get myself together for our caravan trip to Meductic for wedding #2. Ryan opted to drive up with me rather than the Lake George geriatric association (aka, the retired parents association). We got to chat about his new job and what he's been up to. It was great to catch up since we haven't seen each other since the summer before I moved to Halifax. We would have chatted more, but I was busy trying to keep up with his father when we suddenly realized that we were going to be late for the wedding. Given that Paul is a judge, I felt it was safe to speed. Have you ever put plastic in a toaster? Well, that's what my car smelled like when we arrived. I lost yet another car part along the way as well. lol It's a miracle that thing has lasted as long as it has. But, we made it JUST in time.
The church was small and thankfully so was the crowd. It was stifling hot and I was thankful that I was not in a 3 piece lilac tuxedo again (for several reasons). My plan was to sit near the back so I could make a quick escape and avoid wasting valuable driving time with idle chit chat. After all, I only knew a select few in the crowd and I had already spent nearly a week with them, so it really wasn't necessary.
The ceremony was nice, aside from the Minister's speech about how to keep the passion, love and success in their marriage. I found this amusing since he was CLEARLY a fat gay man and had never been married himself. What was even more amusing was his comment to Jeff that he should "accept the fact that Julie was not perfect... she never will be... and that many women will come along in his life who may have other qualities that he would enjoy, but she's never going to be that person. He needs to accept her flaws.". This would be only slightly offensive had he chosen to reciprocate the comment. But no, he just went on to something else. The look on her face was priceless. I thought she was going to punch the fucker and walk out the door. Luckily she has an exceptional sense of humour and just turned to the crowd with her jaw dropped and rolled her eyes. lol I couldn't believe how ridiculous and inappropriate it was. They obviously didn't rehearse that part.
The ceremony was short and sweet (finger crossing works, people. Don't ever forget it). They walked up the aisle and I immediately bolted. I don't think they were even in the limo by the time I peeled out of the driveway. No goodbyes. No time. I was on a mission to get my ass back to Halifax ASAP.... and in record time I should add. Woodstock-Hatchet Lake: 4hrs 7 mins. (with one stop for coffee in Salisbury of course).
Homo-factor: sub-zero
Anxiety Level: astronomical
Irritation Level: beyond recognition
9:30 am Rise and Shine for my departure back to Lake George. Miraculously, I awoke without a hangover. It's quite likely that the downpour of rain the night before had sufficiently cleansed the booze right out of me. I said goodbye to the new Mr. & Mrs Mersereau and was off to Tim Horton's for coffee before my drive home. I must say, living in St. George would be far more tolerable now, given the recent addition of fast food and drive-thru coffee. Why were were deprived of this when we lived there? Fuckers.
After arriving at the cottage I was quickly instructed to get myself together for our caravan trip to Meductic for wedding #2. Ryan opted to drive up with me rather than the Lake George geriatric association (aka, the retired parents association). We got to chat about his new job and what he's been up to. It was great to catch up since we haven't seen each other since the summer before I moved to Halifax. We would have chatted more, but I was busy trying to keep up with his father when we suddenly realized that we were going to be late for the wedding. Given that Paul is a judge, I felt it was safe to speed. Have you ever put plastic in a toaster? Well, that's what my car smelled like when we arrived. I lost yet another car part along the way as well. lol It's a miracle that thing has lasted as long as it has. But, we made it JUST in time.
The church was small and thankfully so was the crowd. It was stifling hot and I was thankful that I was not in a 3 piece lilac tuxedo again (for several reasons). My plan was to sit near the back so I could make a quick escape and avoid wasting valuable driving time with idle chit chat. After all, I only knew a select few in the crowd and I had already spent nearly a week with them, so it really wasn't necessary.
The ceremony was nice, aside from the Minister's speech about how to keep the passion, love and success in their marriage. I found this amusing since he was CLEARLY a fat gay man and had never been married himself. What was even more amusing was his comment to Jeff that he should "accept the fact that Julie was not perfect... she never will be... and that many women will come along in his life who may have other qualities that he would enjoy, but she's never going to be that person. He needs to accept her flaws.". This would be only slightly offensive had he chosen to reciprocate the comment. But no, he just went on to something else. The look on her face was priceless. I thought she was going to punch the fucker and walk out the door. Luckily she has an exceptional sense of humour and just turned to the crowd with her jaw dropped and rolled her eyes. lol I couldn't believe how ridiculous and inappropriate it was. They obviously didn't rehearse that part.
The ceremony was short and sweet (finger crossing works, people. Don't ever forget it). They walked up the aisle and I immediately bolted. I don't think they were even in the limo by the time I peeled out of the driveway. No goodbyes. No time. I was on a mission to get my ass back to Halifax ASAP.... and in record time I should add. Woodstock-Hatchet Lake: 4hrs 7 mins. (with one stop for coffee in Salisbury of course).
posted by Jeff at 6:16 p.m.
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