"THE" Wedding with a capital “THE”
Hoo boy it has been a while since I scribbled a few notes
for the enjoyment of all three of my blog readers, and there has been a LOT of
water under the bridge as it were, including two hundred and sixty MILES of
Athabasca River directly under my pink little bottom. But I am getting somewhat ahead of
myself.....
I believe it was around two weeks ago that I arrived back in
Calgary to Gabrielle and Clarence’s Oasis and made preparations to drive yet
many more hours north and east from Calgary to the town of St Paul, Alberta. My aim in doing so was to attend the wedding
of a young friend of mine, who also happens to be the middle son of one of my
absolute best buddies in the whole world.
So Marcel and his wife Diane have been dear friends of mine
for decades. There is a saying that a
person makes friends for a season, a reason, or a lifetime. These two are lifers, and I have also known
their three sons since they were very young.
In fact if memory serves me I have known their youngest son Luc since he
was just a gleam in his parents’ eyes.
The two older sons, Phil and Marc, have been amongst my hunting and
fishing companions on more than a few adventures. And their “Uncle Doug” had a few
opportunities to pass along some wisdom over the years, whether their parents
may have approved or not. (Luc, being
younger, did not have the same opportunities to receive Uncle Doug’s advice,
which probably explains why he is such a healthy, well-adjusted young
man.) It is worth noting here that Diane
has “the look” which is supposed to stop a person dead in their tracks. It apparently has some efficacy with her
men-folk but I am impervious to it. “The
look” bounces off my Impermeable Anti-Look Shield like water off a duck’s
back. Speaking of which we shot some
ducks today. But I digress. Again.
So anyways this whole family is very near and dear to my
heart and when Marc announced that he was going to get married out in Alberta
this fall I told him I would do my best to attend. I was planning this trip so it was at least
possible, but if I had been drawn for a Yukon moose tag the timings may not
have worked. I did not get drawn for
said tag so I could make the timings work, and so I did exactly that.
I believe I may have remarked a number of times that Google
Maps have estimates for how long it might take the average driver to cover a
given route. These estimates are fairly
good in southern Ontario, but bear no resemblance to MY reality out in Western
Canada. So you can make Calgary to St
Paul in five hours, yeah right, it was a very full day of saddle time before I
finally arrived at Iron Arse Campground in the town of St Paul, which was to be
my home for the next couple nights.
(Note to self, that may not be the exact campground name but it is
close.) And who should be pulling in at
the same time as Ian and Tamara, old friends from Meaford and whom I also
visited in Cold Lake in 2011 on my last GWRT.
These would be the evil people who introduced me to jello shooters aka
electric jello at that time and for which sin I have almost forgiven them. We had a chance to get re-acquainted over a
beverage, they went downtown for a bite to eat, and I retired to my camper to
put my head down for a bit. Later that
evening we went out to the hotel where Marcel and Diane were hosting an
after-rehearsal party, but I did not last very long until it was bedtime for
bonzo once again.
It seems to me I may
have done something that next morning, possibly that was when I wrote my last
blog entry, but anyways the appointed hour arrived and we went to the church
for a lovely wedding service. This may
have been the only church service I ever attended where I knew NONE of the
hymns/songs/tunes. But perhaps that is
just as well, no sense having my booming baritone drown out the priest and soloist!
Marc and Michelle made a lovely couple and they did have a lovely wedding
service. There were pictures afterwards on the church steps,
including one or two taken from a drone of the assembled multitude. I seriously wished I had my trusty shotgun to
blast it out of the sky, which I think would have been fun, but anyways that
would probably have put a damper on things and a dent in my wallet. And my shotgun was back at my camper anyway.
There was some time to kill before the reception and dinner
and I have a feeling I may have taken a nap, but I honestly have no
recollection any more. Perhaps that was when
I started to read a book my folks had given me, and indeed I think that was the
case. The book “Goon in the Block” by
Don Edy, recounts his exploits as a WW II fighter pilot and, after he was shot
down, as a prisoner of war. It is a very
god read, and I recommend it. The
ingenuity of the POWs as related in the book is eye-opening.
And then it was off to the reception at the local Ukrainian
hall! Yippee!!! The bar was open and
tickets were purchased, and then I found my seat. The lady to my left, “JO” was snacking on a
bag of candy, which I thought was somewhat unusual, but anyways if somebody
wants to consume candy with their pre-dinner drinks what do I care? We had a delicious buffet supper, some folks
availed themselves of the desserts, and then Jo told me that there was a “CANDY
BAR” at the front. Now this is not a
candy bar like the Americans wrongly call a chocolate bar. This was a self-serve candy buffet, which was
very popular indeed with the younger folks present. And I do not (thankfully) have a sweet tooth
but decided I wanted to see what a Candy Bar looked like and wandered over to
inspect this phenomenon. There was
nothing that really called my name but I took a red-coloured “gummi” type
candy, chewed it and swallowed it. I did
not crunch down on anything hard, but soon discovered that the sticky candy had
pulled a large filling and gold crown out of my jaw, and I had swallowed it. Now I have a gaping hole in my yap and I am a
very long way from my dentist back in Kingston................but of course I
could just recover the gold crown and filling once it passes through my system,
then get some Krazy Glue and put it back.
After a bit of a wash of course.
So did you ever watch your <<<ahem>>>
movements to see if there was any gold in them?
Me neither. And I am here to tell
you that all that all that glitters isn’t gold, all that doesn’t glitter is
neither gold nor is it treasure, and I believe my crown is now in the “black
water” tank on my camper. May it rest in
peace once it is in turd, or I mean interred.
The best defence against a toothache may be white wine with
ice cubes. Or at least that was the
theory I decided to test. It worked just
fine. But rumour has it that some older
person at the reception did a Jumpin’ Jack Flash imitation to a couple songs
(Led Zeppelin Black Dog and Lover Boy Turn me Loose). And the next morning I found I had pulled a
ham-string and had a VERY cranky neck and back.
It was a hurtin’ unit that limped back to Calgary on Sunday, and it took
me nine hours to get back to the Oasis.
Once back in Calgary I was able to get in to see a dentist
to put a temporary filling in my mouth, which has not yet fallen out! And it was time to prepare for my Athabasca
River jet-boat adventure with old buddy Herb.
THAT epic odyssey will form the subject of my next post. And I am still behind about a week and a
half........
I DO have a few pictures from the wedding and reception, but
now I cannot even load them, this is just such a PITA>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Doug
That will teach you to never eat red gummy things.
ReplyDeleteKeith and I are laughing our bottoms off about you rocking out to some Lover Boy, and grand old Zepplin.
Take care of yourself our lovely and dear friend. We are sorry about your tooth.
Hugs and loves, Sonia and Keith.
Give us more our noble and fearless Shaggy man. We await for
ReplyDeleteyour next message like a bull moose in your cross hairs. Alert, nervous and something smells funny...aw fu*# it' that little fella from back east. He grazed my left flank as I took the fuck off ,(I had to type "fuck" cause that's how moose speak to each other. And I also had to give into their demand that their names would be used. Hi, I'm Bob, and I'm Wallet. So there ya go. Please write soon. Please be safe out their, as you now have 2 more followers.
Hugs and loves, K & S
I am thinking you thought those red things may qualify for perch bait and you just had to try it...
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