The Nut-Shells of Mr and Mrs KJM
Only a week and a half later! And I have pictures. I think it has taken that long for me to get over my one and only attempt at "jet-setting". I really, really don't know how Boston can do it.
My trip back to Toronto was short, yet filled with (albeit brief) visits. I have Photologged the whole damned thing.
I landed in the Tdot at exactly 11:56pm on Thursday evening. While I was going to go to Cleavers, a text from Boston sent me scrambling to the Tap, where a white wine (courtesy Jay the bartender), and good times awaited. There was a goal, as Boston was leaving for China at 7:20am the following morning (we have a tendency to keep her awake until she takes her flight... I blame her). In bed by about 6:40am, which gave Boston exactly 26 minutes to rest before she took off around the globe.
I, on the other hand, woke up at 12:38pm (long after she left). I spent the afternoon doing what I do best, wandering Toronto and purchasing 4 t-shirts in Chinatown to the tune of $10 (I've had so many compliments on those shirts....). Cleavers had to WORK (sucker), so I needed to wait until she was done to meet up. But meet up we did, for a tour de Duke of York to meet with the NeuroSarah, Fletch, Vick and Dave. We were entertained with British poo stories along with an existential moment where Fletch claimed to see Yin and Yang in his pint.
Also, I was able to gravel across the floor, and may have almost made amends with the Noblest person I know (aka NeuroSarah). Her stories from Ethopia actually made me want to visit. And make me feel even worse for not contacting her for her duration there (PLEASE NeuroSarah... take this as a public apology for being an asswipe friend!!!)
Seeing as Boston kept me up for so goddamned long the night before, I needed to sleep at a reasonable hour to prepare for the whole reason I went home.
KJM (aka UberGeek)'S WEDDING:
Now for the Gold. Saturday Morning, took off for Guelph to attend the event to kill all events. Met with Myth and Yani at Yorkdale in a rented car to head out... Bless both of them for having organizational skills that far surpass mine. Even without a map, nor any indication for an address for where we would be staying for the night, we were able to make it in one piece to Guelph. We even made it a full 45 minutes before the ceremony (where pictures weren't allowed, so I couldn't even get photographic evidence of Ubergeek crying in a skirt.... (sorry dude, had to say it)).
All joking aside though, it an amazing ceremony. Beautiful. I've been to a lot of weddings (not mine, much to my parents chagrin), and most of the time you are just waiting it out for the reception. But this was one of the rare instances where you are just honoured to be in the same room as two people who are celebrating the rest of their lives together. And there are no two people who deserved that moment more. Congratulations guys. You did it.
Now I can joke again.
Then we drank. Bless the Scot's and their open bar (although truth be told, Myth and I couldn't wait that extra 20 minutes for the bar to open, and we purchased some wine before everything started). We went through dinner (great... I had my first Quiche... it didn't have egg in it!), speeches (for the first time, somebody thanked ME for coming a long distance!! Usually I'm just travelling down the 401), and we got down to the first dance (sorry for the quality/lack of zoom):
The bride was blushing:
And looked even better when placed next to the Amazonian woman:
Even a photop next to the Groom didn't seem to feminize Amazonian woman:
Although it did spur a conversation at a wedding that has probably NEVER occured before:
Where Groom (let's revert back to Ubergeek at this point) wanted to look at the code for one of our collaborative works together. Yes, his computer was there:
Lets not tell Mrs. Ubergeek. Once again, there should NEVER EVER be more than one vision scientist per room. We have established this on many occasions.
At this point, things got fuzzy. I remember begging Ubergeek's advisor and husband not to leave. I think I was then poured onto a shuttle bus back to the hotel, where I slept blissfully for several hours.
Which was good, as Don and Eva picked me up for the airport at 9am the next morning. Yep, even got to see the folks for 3 hours on my trip home. Bless them (I'm pretty sure noone from the wedding was going to drive me back at that time of the morning, although Yani offered). On the plane, and home again, a mere 72 hours after I left.
And so UberGeek is hitched. Thy will be done. Although it was a tiring trip, I am so very glad that I was able to be there for it.
I will need to next post about last weekend, where Chiquita mimiced Molly Ringwald from the Breakfast Club. You know the scene... the one with the lipstick. Only it wasn't Molly Ringwald, it was Chiquita.
And it wasn't lipstick, it was a pint of beer.
Yeah, you read that right.
And we have the picture to prove it.
My trip back to Toronto was short, yet filled with (albeit brief) visits. I have Photologged the whole damned thing.
I landed in the Tdot at exactly 11:56pm on Thursday evening. While I was going to go to Cleavers, a text from Boston sent me scrambling to the Tap, where a white wine (courtesy Jay the bartender), and good times awaited. There was a goal, as Boston was leaving for China at 7:20am the following morning (we have a tendency to keep her awake until she takes her flight... I blame her). In bed by about 6:40am, which gave Boston exactly 26 minutes to rest before she took off around the globe.
I, on the other hand, woke up at 12:38pm (long after she left). I spent the afternoon doing what I do best, wandering Toronto and purchasing 4 t-shirts in Chinatown to the tune of $10 (I've had so many compliments on those shirts....). Cleavers had to WORK (sucker), so I needed to wait until she was done to meet up. But meet up we did, for a tour de Duke of York to meet with the NeuroSarah, Fletch, Vick and Dave. We were entertained with British poo stories along with an existential moment where Fletch claimed to see Yin and Yang in his pint.
Also, I was able to gravel across the floor, and may have almost made amends with the Noblest person I know (aka NeuroSarah). Her stories from Ethopia actually made me want to visit. And make me feel even worse for not contacting her for her duration there (PLEASE NeuroSarah... take this as a public apology for being an asswipe friend!!!)
Seeing as Boston kept me up for so goddamned long the night before, I needed to sleep at a reasonable hour to prepare for the whole reason I went home.
KJM (aka UberGeek)'S WEDDING:
Now for the Gold. Saturday Morning, took off for Guelph to attend the event to kill all events. Met with Myth and Yani at Yorkdale in a rented car to head out... Bless both of them for having organizational skills that far surpass mine. Even without a map, nor any indication for an address for where we would be staying for the night, we were able to make it in one piece to Guelph. We even made it a full 45 minutes before the ceremony (where pictures weren't allowed, so I couldn't even get photographic evidence of Ubergeek crying in a skirt.... (sorry dude, had to say it)).
All joking aside though, it an amazing ceremony. Beautiful. I've been to a lot of weddings (not mine, much to my parents chagrin), and most of the time you are just waiting it out for the reception. But this was one of the rare instances where you are just honoured to be in the same room as two people who are celebrating the rest of their lives together. And there are no two people who deserved that moment more. Congratulations guys. You did it.
Now I can joke again.
Then we drank. Bless the Scot's and their open bar (although truth be told, Myth and I couldn't wait that extra 20 minutes for the bar to open, and we purchased some wine before everything started). We went through dinner (great... I had my first Quiche... it didn't have egg in it!), speeches (for the first time, somebody thanked ME for coming a long distance!! Usually I'm just travelling down the 401), and we got down to the first dance (sorry for the quality/lack of zoom):
The bride was blushing:
And looked even better when placed next to the Amazonian woman:
Even a photop next to the Groom didn't seem to feminize Amazonian woman:
Although it did spur a conversation at a wedding that has probably NEVER occured before:
Where Groom (let's revert back to Ubergeek at this point) wanted to look at the code for one of our collaborative works together. Yes, his computer was there:
Lets not tell Mrs. Ubergeek. Once again, there should NEVER EVER be more than one vision scientist per room. We have established this on many occasions.
At this point, things got fuzzy. I remember begging Ubergeek's advisor and husband not to leave. I think I was then poured onto a shuttle bus back to the hotel, where I slept blissfully for several hours.
Which was good, as Don and Eva picked me up for the airport at 9am the next morning. Yep, even got to see the folks for 3 hours on my trip home. Bless them (I'm pretty sure noone from the wedding was going to drive me back at that time of the morning, although Yani offered). On the plane, and home again, a mere 72 hours after I left.
And so UberGeek is hitched. Thy will be done. Although it was a tiring trip, I am so very glad that I was able to be there for it.
I will need to next post about last weekend, where Chiquita mimiced Molly Ringwald from the Breakfast Club. You know the scene... the one with the lipstick. Only it wasn't Molly Ringwald, it was Chiquita.
And it wasn't lipstick, it was a pint of beer.
Yeah, you read that right.
And we have the picture to prove it.
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