Going To The Chapel Of Love

I’m sure you’ve noticed that the updates around here have been rather sporadic lately. Truth be told, blogging just hasn’t been a big priority for me these last few months. I haven’t felt inspired to put much energy into regular content. Life has been busy with, among other things, several days and nights of fun and celebration leading up to my dear friend Danielle’s wedding to Tommy- which happened on May 30.

Rather than go into too much detail, I’m going to share some photos with you. Two stagettes, a bridal shower, the rehearsal and bbq that followed it, a bridal party spa day at Salon Montage for pedicures in the private room-featuring wine and amazing platters of food courtesy of Liane. The night before the wedding, we spent a fun filled evening on the Franco’s patio. We drank more wine and feasted on Diana’s delicious homemade lasagne and then we had a girls only slumber party. I don’t think any of us slept much. We were all nerves and excitement.

As for the wedding itself, once the nerve-racking part where we had to walk down the aisle in stilettos was over, it could not have been more perfect. Danielle was absolutely stunning. She looked like a princess. The bride and groom asked if I would write something to be read at the beginning of the ceremony.

Here’s what I wrote:

Danielle and Tom…

Separately, you are two incredible people, but together you are complete.

“As you sit side by side through the roller coaster of life, remember to scream from the peaks, hold hands through the dips, laugh through the loops, and enjoy every twist and turn.”

Your relationship was carefully built out of commitment and understanding, hope and love. May the same love and caring, warmth and sharing that has touched your lives from the start, always make your home happy, your life complete, and be the guiding light in your hearts.

The whole event on the wedding day was so “Tom and Danielle”… with the “wows” and the chants, the clapping instead of clinking to get them to kiss, not to mention all the incredible circles and singalongs out on the dance floor. My voice was raspy for days after singing to Journey and other group favourites at the top of my lungs. At one point, all the guests at the reception did the wave. I loved every minute of it.

I was so honoured to be a part of Danielle and Tom’s special day. We’re a tight crew, so of course we’re very protective of one another, but we couldn’t have ever asked for a better man to marry our best friend. Danielle and Tom truly are made for each other and we wish them all the happiness in the world as man and wife.

P.S. I did not catch the bouquet.

Ho ho ho…

It has been one jam packed, busy weekend. I sit here tonight feeling drained, exhausted, emotional, superficially insecure, grumpy… and did I mention drained? Oh right, yes I did. Something about Sunday nights…I have a case of those blues which are all too common for me these days. I’m just about to put on a pot of tea and then it’s bubble bath time. But not before a quick post, because I neglected the blog all weekend and now I feel guilty about it.

I sat through my first day of sales meetings on Friday. It was a good opportunity to get my feet wet and to bond with the crew that I will be working closely with in the new year. Friday night started the weekend off with a bang. Our company Christmas party is always quite an event and this year was no exception. We took over Provence for a glamourous evening of wine and dining…we may have also put away a few rounds of jager shooters (whose idea was that?) The restaurant did a fabulous job; the beef tenderloin was absolutely delicious and miraculously, my wine glass was refilled without so much as a glance at the waiter. With so many guests from out of town, plus the fact that our company has grown so much over the last year, I spent most of my time chatting and catching up. As a result, not much time was left for photos and I didn’t take as many as I would have liked. Everyone was dressed to the nines and the booze was flowing nonstop. This, of course, led to hangoverville on Saturday.

Shando and I had to suck it up so that we could go for round two: the first annual Ho Ho Ho Christmas party that she hosted Saturday night. The idea was that you wouldn’t be allowed in unless you were dressed in a holiday themed outfit. That was the only stipulation. The creative ideas were impressive and everybody played along. We sang carols, chugged egg nog, and watched the Canucks game. I was happy to put on my Santa suit and get festive for the first time this year. Even old St. Nick himself made an appearance.

Today I popped in to help my parents trim their tree and devour a yummy Greek dinner. Now it’s Sunday night and I feel completely devoid of energy. I should go to bed but for some reason, even though I’m exhausted, I don’t feel sleepy. I find myself feeling weepy but I’m not really sure why. I kind of wish I could be on vacation in my bed for the next week. But I can’t. And as Duane pointed out to me tonight, I shouldn’t be sad, because Santa’s coming soon. He’s right. They do say that ’tis the season to be merry…so I suppose I should be.