Very tired
Had a wedding in Montreal for an old friend from Kingston over the weekend.
The trip up was helped by a stopover in Napanee to visit with Mater & Pater. The wedding was Saturday afternoon, in a church located in a town hated by Google Maps.
No, seriously. Our directions were wrong for the hotel we were staying at (it seemed to think we were several hundred metres down the street from where we actually were) and the church (ditto). It, at least, got us to the house where the reception was okay.
Things got a little tense on the way up to St. Jerome, since the highway was in the midst of construction and half the population of Montreal seemed to be on a trip out of town.
The church was a massive old edifice from the mid 1800s. A delightful building, unless you're attending a wedding ceremony in the middle of the afternoon in a day with a high thirties humidex. Then, it gets kind of warm. I felt for the bride, who seemed to be draped in thirty odd pound of dress. A number of the guests seemed to have eschewed formal wear for something more cofmortable. That's an attitude I can appreciate. I guess that was mostly locals who knew what to expect.
The reception was in a tent in the bride's father's backyard. What was somewhat amusing was that, since each of them had divorced parents, there were four sets of parents there.
The backyard sloped somewhat, as did the tent, in spite of the heroic efforts of the tent suppliers to keep it on an even keel.
The dinner was delicious, and the reception was enjoyable too.
The Sunday, on the other hand, was an endurance test. We had a six and a half hour trip home, in a civic with a busted AC, once again during a stupidly hot day.
That, of course, assumed an empty highway with no construction, which was sadly not the case. Getting out of Quebec took us a couple hours longer than we'd have hoped, once again due to a narrowed highway.
The 500 klick trip up the 401 from Quebec to Milton was warm and long. We stopped off in Napanee for gas, but didn't make a return trip to ACB. We'd also talked about stopping off at the house of a friend who lives in Prince Edward County, which didn't pan out. I'm somewhat glad of that, as delightful as the visit would have been, it would have added two more hours onto our trip.
The heat was such that I needed to change t-shirts in a rest stop on the 401.
Finally, though, we were home. The AC was a welcome relief. And thanks to absinthe_dot_ca and vampyrehunterm for catsitting while we were out of town.
I remain exhausted.
The trip up was helped by a stopover in Napanee to visit with Mater & Pater. The wedding was Saturday afternoon, in a church located in a town hated by Google Maps.
No, seriously. Our directions were wrong for the hotel we were staying at (it seemed to think we were several hundred metres down the street from where we actually were) and the church (ditto). It, at least, got us to the house where the reception was okay.
Things got a little tense on the way up to St. Jerome, since the highway was in the midst of construction and half the population of Montreal seemed to be on a trip out of town.
The church was a massive old edifice from the mid 1800s. A delightful building, unless you're attending a wedding ceremony in the middle of the afternoon in a day with a high thirties humidex. Then, it gets kind of warm. I felt for the bride, who seemed to be draped in thirty odd pound of dress. A number of the guests seemed to have eschewed formal wear for something more cofmortable. That's an attitude I can appreciate. I guess that was mostly locals who knew what to expect.
The reception was in a tent in the bride's father's backyard. What was somewhat amusing was that, since each of them had divorced parents, there were four sets of parents there.
The backyard sloped somewhat, as did the tent, in spite of the heroic efforts of the tent suppliers to keep it on an even keel.
The dinner was delicious, and the reception was enjoyable too.
The Sunday, on the other hand, was an endurance test. We had a six and a half hour trip home, in a civic with a busted AC, once again during a stupidly hot day.
That, of course, assumed an empty highway with no construction, which was sadly not the case. Getting out of Quebec took us a couple hours longer than we'd have hoped, once again due to a narrowed highway.
The 500 klick trip up the 401 from Quebec to Milton was warm and long. We stopped off in Napanee for gas, but didn't make a return trip to ACB. We'd also talked about stopping off at the house of a friend who lives in Prince Edward County, which didn't pan out. I'm somewhat glad of that, as delightful as the visit would have been, it would have added two more hours onto our trip.
The heat was such that I needed to change t-shirts in a rest stop on the 401.
Finally, though, we were home. The AC was a welcome relief. And thanks to absinthe_dot_ca and vampyrehunterm for catsitting while we were out of town.
I remain exhausted.