Post-Nuptem

You know what the best thing about wedding parties is? When the bride and groom take off on their honeymoon, the party continues on. Though by 3am once we all had finished our oven subs (we all being all the old school peopl who still think 'new england pizza company' and not 'samba brasil') everyone was feeling pretty tired and the thing sputtered out rather early.

Highlights of the day / night were Q-Ball's toast: "Mel's lucky Pete didn't say "we'll get married once I'm done my master's" and Mel's dad, Vaughan who reminded us that this means a whole lot more to parents and especially between father and daughter. The scary opera singer doing the loudest rendition of what must have been the Lord's Prayer I've ever heard at the wedding. And the minister feeling the need to hint at politics in his pre-amble was also rather, well, memorable.

"Hey everybody, cory's hanging from something" -- Chewie, when we were having the big group picture taken.

After the reception when we were all back in MacKenzie house Bean sang the Wong Danny Song, and you could tell the people who actually knew the guy from the rest by the ones who were laughing their asses off rather than just looking confused.

Cory and I getting into a heated political rant about New Brunswick industrial practices, and no one seemed to mind, oddly. I should have warned uniniated readers at the top that none of this will make any sense.