It's true, I'm not a big fan of guest posts. I don't mind them on anyone else's blogs, but the idea of handing my own space over to someone else goes against everything I stand for as a bossy person. However, I have relented a bit. After all, the guest poster is posting about Me. The only thing I like more than talking about myself, is people talking about me.
Stuart and I have known each other since 1990, when he was flipping burgers and I was asking people if they wanted fries with their Big Macs. I skipped school for the very first time with him and Lianne. We got paid and spent the day at Rideau Centre. I was so cool.
He was there the day I got married. In fact, he and Lianne were right next to John and I as we said our vows. His post is about that day. When you're done reading go ahead on over to his blog. I'm sure he'll love the hits.
Enjoy!
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So yeah. Chantal doesn't really have guest posts, but we were talking about the day of the wedding and the bits she remembers, and the other bits she doesn't remember. I told her that I remembered it all, and that I would be more than happy to guest post some of it..in typical Chantal fashion she said "I don't really like guest posts". She then proceeded to tell me to make it funny, because she liked funny.
She clearly doesn't remember such comments as:
"This is how I feel when my bum is itchy."
Still letting John put his art of the fridge I see...
Anyway, I digress. We talked about other stuff after that...and we somehow got on the topic of trips, and how I'm going on a trip in August and the internal travel agency at work booked my flights and how I had nothing to do with it. Then Chantal made an offhand comment about how having someone do stuff for her was like a wet dream, and then I started typing in how I would clean her house, do her laundry and even empty the dishwasher and it was like cyber sex for her, only Chantal-style cyber sex. I'm pretty sure it got her hot and John is getting lucky as I write this. I know he doesn't read this...but if any of you end up talking to him and he did get lucky tonight tell him he owes me one.
So where was I? Oh yeah, Chantal's wedding day. I remember it pretty clearly. I was, you see, the second best man. How does one become the second best man you ask? Well, as it happened, John had a friend named Nick who he asked to be his best man. Nick declined as he lived out west and wasn't sure he could make it to the wedding. John then asked me to fill in, to which I joyously replied..."I guess so". Nick then decided he could make it after all and called John up to tell him. I remember John acting all weird and then telling me what was going on. I guess he thought I would be mad. I think I was a bit disappointed, but not mad. I made sure to rub it in after that I was the second best man though...as many of your loyal readers know John has a way with words that would get him in trouble if he wasn't so likeable.
Why can't I stay on track here?
So yeah. John and I did most of the set up for the wedding in the days leading up to the wedding, we went and got the rental chairs, and the trellis and that stuff and dropped them off at Chantal's moms house. I remember we were trying to put up some canvas tarps up in the backyard in case it rained. It was supposed to be all posh outdoor wedding tent style like you see in magazines and on t.v., but it was just two morons with canvas tarps, some rope and delusions of grandeur. There were some trees out back and our idea was to get the ropes in the trees and then get the tarps up...only we had no ladders and there was no way to get in the trees. I came up with the idea to throw the rope up over a limb, then tie a sliding knot in it then pull the tarp up. It worked out and we were both stoked. Then we tried it with another rope and we couldn't get it to work again. Like I said...two morons, some canvas and some rope.
The big day came and John and I got in our tuxes and jumped in my 83 Volkswagen Rabbit (which I still have if anyone is looking for a classic car to buy) and rode in the blistering heat to Chantal's moms house. And, for the first time in my life, I had made an error in planning and arrived early. We ended up sitting around the corner from the house for a while and then we showed up and the wedding started. I remember it like it was yesterday...but one part stands out the most. It was the look on Chantal and John's faces when they saw each other, the purpose in their eyes. You could tell they knew where they were going, and where they had come from. Chantal has mentioned a few times that John is an entrepreneur and that he does pretty good at it. I have been around when John has been cooking up one of his "schemes" and the look in his eyes is the one that he had that day. When he knows he can't fail. They both had it that day. I saw them not to long ago and you could tell they still have it.
I could go into all kinds of detail about how it rained in the morning, about how the sun came out after they got married, about going to take pictures and the party after. But if you are married, or you have been to a wedding, you know about that stuff. There are allot of things that are in the details at weddings, and some people measure the success of the wedding based on those details. In this case the success is in details...but the details are not in the catering, the flowers, the weather or the DJ in this case. The details are in the fact that I am writing this after 10 years...just as happy to remember it today as I was the day after the wedding.
Cheers guys...
