One Wedding and a co-incidence
Cynra & I took Supercar up to Stouffville yesterday for the wedding of my old J-School buddy Wes. Wes & I go back a while (I observe that he is one of the people I have known the longest I am still in semi-regular contact with).
Anyway, he too has hitched his wagon to the Educator wagon pulling device.
So, we're sitting in church (having arrived literally just on time; we nearly tripped over the bride) when we noticed a familiar face at the front of the room. Who IS that? I pondered. They looked familiar, but at the same time very different.
Then it hit me. He wasn't wearing a Dr. Who costume. It was Andrew, who'd been a regular participant in the masquerades at PRIMEDIA. I wonder what he's doing here?
Then it hit me again (and, really, by this point it was starting to sting). He had the same last name as Wes's bride. Pure co-incidence, Cynra & I averred.
Nope. After the ceremony and a nice country drive (which kicked my allergies into high gear, probably allowing the cold my white blood cells had been having Bat'leth duels with for the past week to score a point for the win) we headed to the reception. And discovered that NOT ONLY was Andrew now Wes's brother in law, but Wes's wife had accompanied him to the convention one year, and did Scully in the masquerade as well. And I think I recognize her, too.
Small world.
The reception went well (although it appears they went Scottish instead of Italian, if you get my drift). We were seated at table Loch Ness. I was too ground down to particpate in the festivities to the full extent, but all went well.
Anyway, he too has hitched his wagon to the Educator wagon pulling device.
So, we're sitting in church (having arrived literally just on time; we nearly tripped over the bride) when we noticed a familiar face at the front of the room. Who IS that? I pondered. They looked familiar, but at the same time very different.
Then it hit me. He wasn't wearing a Dr. Who costume. It was Andrew, who'd been a regular participant in the masquerades at PRIMEDIA. I wonder what he's doing here?
Then it hit me again (and, really, by this point it was starting to sting). He had the same last name as Wes's bride. Pure co-incidence, Cynra & I averred.
Nope. After the ceremony and a nice country drive (which kicked my allergies into high gear, probably allowing the cold my white blood cells had been having Bat'leth duels with for the past week to score a point for the win) we headed to the reception. And discovered that NOT ONLY was Andrew now Wes's brother in law, but Wes's wife had accompanied him to the convention one year, and did Scully in the masquerade as well. And I think I recognize her, too.
Small world.
The reception went well (although it appears they went Scottish instead of Italian, if you get my drift). We were seated at table Loch Ness. I was too ground down to particpate in the festivities to the full extent, but all went well.