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We left early to Ottawa as the wedding was apparently being held that afternoon (I had thought it was going to be held on Saturday. Whoops!). The trip itself wasn't very exciting, although as we approached Kingston (I think), there was a sign with message to drivers not to speed and a list of vehicle speeds and the speeding fines next to them. The lowest speed listed was 120 kph with a fine of 100 bucks, then the next was 130, and then 140. My dad looked at the sign, said,
"I guess anything under 120 is no charge!"
and proceeded to travel at twenty kph over the limit. (Which really isn't that fast since a good fraction of the traffic was still passing us.)
We got the the hotel that we were staying at more-or-less on time, and got changed for the ceremony. I had brought along my dress shoes and after getting into my suit, I proceeded to put them on. At least I tried to. My right foot fit. Barely. My (still slightly swollen) left foot refused to fit in the other shoe. (Sorry, no TARDIS effect here.) No pushing and heaving (without pain and agony) would get it to enter, so I was left with what I was wearing already. My sandals. (I'm really setting a precedence at these weddings eh?) This time however, I didn't go bare foot. After being convinced not to wear white socks with my black suit and black sandals, I borrowed my dad's dark socks so that my foot attire wouldn't be too obvious.
Anyway, without much further ado, we headed off to the church. With all of the delays and misdirection (I was navigating and actually gave the wrong directions as we were looking for the hotel. [Jax will have a field day with this.] I tried to cover it up by giving directions that didn't backtrack over our course and made it to the hotel in a roundabout way. Fortunately, I was the only one with the map so nobody noticed. I think.) we finally made it to the church twenty minutes early. *groan* I think I would've preffered to have been ten minutes late, but oh well, being early has it's benifits (at least that's what people tell me).
Being early, the chuch was still mostly empty, so we followed our dad to one of the pews to sit down. As we waited there, more and more people started to file in. I found it rather odd that some of the people around us were talking in French, and even more odd that none of us recognized anyone around us. It didn't take long to realize that we were sitting on the side with all of the groom's family and friends! Doh! The church was already more than halfway full, and people had already filled in the rows in front of us, so we decided not to wander over to the other side and to wait it out.
Let's see, the wedding was well planned and went smoothly. Pictures were taken afterward while everyone mingled around. We were reintroduced to people who we've apparently met before (when we were really young) but I didn't recognize. Met this person, that person, etc.
<- is debating something.
Okay, girl might know who I'm talking about, but I don't think it matters. Anyway, there was this girl I noticed who always seemed to be standing alone. Not just alone, but far away from any groups of people. I found that a little odd because she seemed to be with her family, but still didn't want to mingle with people. She offered to take our picture when my dad wanted one of the family (when doesn't he?) and after that, she went back to standing all by herself. I was thinking about what to do about it, but before I could think of something, she (and the rest of her family) left. Oh well, end of story.
Alright, I must admit that I was checking out all of the girls at the wedding. To be honest, none of them interested me except for that girl. What can I say? She looked cute (and upon closer inspection, she WAS cute! *stares*).
After people started to leave, we headed off to the chalet where the reception was being held. We got there a little early (again) and as there was no hors d'oeuvres being offered, we wandered around the building. While I was passing by one of the (many) windows, I happened to look outside and see, sitting alone at a picnic bench, the same girl I noticed before! What the? I thought *I* was the antisocial one. This time I really had to do something. Plucking up my courage, I headed outside with the rest of the family, and when they started to head back inside, I started wandering down to where the picnic table was.
I came up behind her and asked how she was doing. No response. Err.. (did I say something wrong?) Fortunately, after closer inspection, she was listening to a Discman (or something) and couldn't hear me. *wipes brow* It wasn't long before she noticed that something was up and turned around, so.. we talked.
I'm going to finish this later, I need sleep.
Monday, August 28, 2000 at 19:12:12 (UTC)
Woo! Tell us more!
(Or girl can tell us more, if she feels like posting.. ;-)
Oh yeah, and white socks are evil.
++mike
Tuesday, August 29, 2000 at 15:24:18 (UTC)
White socks are for a) school uniforms, b) children and c) sweating in. You can also get away with them wearing blue jeans (or white pants) with light coloured shoes. Under any other circumstance, you'll be shunned by the fashion conscious. Like most fashion issues, there isn't really any reason for why they look tacky... they just do.
You should immerse yourself in Details magazine or something similar if you're serious about learning about fashion faux pas' such as wearing white socks with black shoes.
Actually, if you're into ska music, you can get away with it though you should also be wearing a black suit. It's an eighties look, really.
Here's another link that discusses white socks. And another.
Hwankachu