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Apologies for not blogging of late. In many ways, this has been the best summer in recent ages what with all of the festivals, reunions, visits from afar, nights out dancing and so on, leaving me far too exhausted to keep up with my regular multi-tasking, hyperactive pace. I figure, as taxpayers, you would prefer that I spend any energy I have left, you know, serving you. (more…)
Ms. Debbie McCosham and Mr. Russ Washburn finally tied the knot this weekend in Petawawa, Ontario at the Officer’s Mess on the base.
I can’t lie – us “civvies” were very excited about going to a military wedding on a real base and got giddy every time we saw any vehicle in camo-green – tractors to tanks, equal excitement. We rented a party van for the two-hour drive, and a party room at the Thriftlodge, which is also attached to the bar, bus depot, depanneur, restaurant and… a laundromat in “the Pet”. So, in a word, perfect.
It was an amazing, amazing, amazing day. Debbie looked unbelievably stunning and she was true to form in every way, resulting in an infatuated dinner group to chant her name over and over again when she tried to get away with not giving a speech. Russ was downright dashing in his full dress and the couple were exuberant.
And somehow, they both came out unscathed from the massive cupcake fight at the end of the night and still looked amazing right to the end.
Thank you to you both for such an amazing party!
Reasons why I heart military weddings:
- Men in fancy uniforms
- Open bar (including pina coladas)
- 1+2 = Men in uniforms that inevitably get sloppy drunk
- Weddings on bases entail a mandatory road trip by old friends, which is always fun
- Bag piperS – not just one… but FOUR
- DrummerS – not just one… but THREE
- Pipers and Drummers (in kilts, obviously) together for the mid-meal serenade
- Kilts
- When the MC says dinner starts at 7 (1900 hours), you know he’s not toying with you… you better be there at 7, at frickin’ attention (ok, so I just added that part, but still…)
- The Sword Party at the end of the aisle for the wedding party to walk through … SO cool
When one of us is too busy to blog (right now, that would be moi), a fellow co-worker will nobly step in to recount our interests, joys and sorrows so that we may once again, send a message out to the universe. Read his latest two and get a sense of what’s been making me giggle for the last two days.
Problem is, he’s WAY funnier than I am. He’s going to put me out of business.
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On a day like today, it’s very hard to keep this otherwise neutral public servant’s blog politic-free.
My favourite part of the article:
“Coincidentally, Friday’s protest falls on the one-year anniversary of the United Nations Human Rights Council adopting a long-awaited Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples. The UN General Assembly has still not given the declaration its full approval, because Canada and Russia voted against it, despite Canada having led negotiations in recent years.”
I am no longer a Dairy Queen virgin. My world will never, ever be the same.
After volleyball on Wednesday, I followed my teammates (well, I’d like to think I was invited, but you know…) to their favourite ice cream shop. I solicited their advice before ordering because the choices were truly overwhelming. With their support, I ordered the Reese Peanut Butter Blizzard. I don’t remember much after that – except for some hysteric giggling and heart racing and then I think I went into a coma. I know for certain that I wanted to cry on the rest of the bike ride home. It’s a pity they’re at least 600 calories for a small, but I can see them substituting dinner at least a few times over the summer.
Now over to the best news I’ve had in ages…
I wrote this over a year ago – note the sign off. And now, my wish, first made the day Ginger left the “band”, is coming true. Pray goddess that somehow, some way I can get tickets and find someone to go with. Husband brought it to my attention yesterday that perhaps I need not stress too much about ticket availability as the rest of the world may not be as keen as I am to get to one of the reunion shows, which heartens me.
My recommendation this weekend: Watch Spice World. Love it – such a throwback to the Monkees-era schtick with Thames-based hijinx, crazy costumes and Alan Cumming. And for all you music snobs still out there who are judging me for my love of all thoughtless, fluffy things Spice Girl, chew on this: Elvis Costello was in the flick.
In addition to Spice World, I plan to check out the new Lebreton Flats stage for Opera Under the Stars tonight, check out at least one but maybe two of the FIFA U-20 games on Saturday and finally, drink sangria in honour of this nation’s birthday. It’s the least I can do.
Enjoy your Canada Day everyone!!
… sorry … I just had to do it.
