As has been mentioned, today was Doug and Mels wedding. The ceremony took place in Oshawa at the lovely Lakeview park. We got there a bit late to catch the actual ceremony, but the location was indeed lovely. There was a lake, and a gazebo in which the wedding took place (or so I was told). Being late was totally not my fault though, Bashtard was driving so everything can be blamed on him. I was surprisingly ready on time, he just took long getting to my place, just because he wanted "working" breaks installed in his car.
So to cover up the fact that we were late, the plan was to show up in a bunch of pictures in the park, so as to make it look like we had been there all along. I think that plan went well and no one noticed, and when someone did point out that they saw us get there late, we pointed out that Mills did it too (because you gotta bring everyone down with you, thats rule #1 ;).
Once the park festivities were over, everyone jumped into their cars and drove up to the Legion for the reception. But on the way there we hit a slight snag. The problem was that looking for this Bond St. in the directions, left us off at some place with a tank on its front lawn called the Oshawa Armoury. Now this place looked cool and all but there was no trace of a reception party going on there, so we ask a townie that walked by if he knew where this Legion was. This old man was TRIPPIN, and although quite insane, he did manage to lead us back in the right direction.
Bashtard, Mills, and I managed to get to the Legion in once piece and partake of the the celebration. The start of the reception was nice, you know the usual affair, food, wine, coke on the rocks, speeches, that whole ball of yarn. After that was over the DJ came by and insulted all of table 20. You see our table was comprised of myself, bashtard, woswin, and mills, thats right NO girls. I'm not sure how that seating arrangement came about but there you have it, a table full of guys. So the DJ comes by and says to us "hey theres no ladies at this table" then he chuckled and said "I guess this is the sausage party back here"*. After everyone held me back from slugging him, we proceeded to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
There was lots of mingling, snacking, and more mingling. Things that stand out from it at the moment include the DJ having his ass threatened to be kicked by no less then 5 people, including a member of the wedding couple, and a member of his family. Now you know that someone is pissing people off if the betrothed are raising their pitchforks. Also coming to memory was a rousing round of the chicken dance, DC's brother doing some chair dance that was too similar to nsyncs chair dance, to not be disturbing, pissing off the Mad Russian by taking pictures of him dancing with one of the brides maids, and falling on my ass while dancing to god knows what in a failed attempt at a cool break dancing move.
After the reception wrapped up, and getting past an insanely convoluted attempt at making plans by Mycophile. We went back to DC's parents place to drop off and pick up stuff. Then we dashed off towards the golden arches drive-through for some food.
I ordered a combo, and Bashtard got fries or something, the total came out to a bit under $8. All I had on me was a fifty that the bank machine gave me, so I handed that Mackenzie King over to Bashtard to pay.
The drive through window #1 kid took the money and gave back the change to Bashtard. Upon receiving the change he started counting it, the window #1 kid in a surly voice says to him "It's $45", Bashtard gives him a "whatever" and hands me the money. As we approach the food window I recount the change and notice that it wasnt $45 that he gave back, it was $55. Mind you even the $45 was too much change to have given back, but $55 was just laugh outloud wrong. Had the little punk not been so surly maybe we would have corrected him, and given the money back, but he brought down my wrath upon himself with his bad attitude. So we drove off with food and $5 extra dollars.
* Not actually said, but it was quite implied.
So to cover up the fact that we were late, the plan was to show up in a bunch of pictures in the park, so as to make it look like we had been there all along. I think that plan went well and no one noticed, and when someone did point out that they saw us get there late, we pointed out that Mills did it too (because you gotta bring everyone down with you, thats rule #1 ;).
Once the park festivities were over, everyone jumped into their cars and drove up to the Legion for the reception. But on the way there we hit a slight snag. The problem was that looking for this Bond St. in the directions, left us off at some place with a tank on its front lawn called the Oshawa Armoury. Now this place looked cool and all but there was no trace of a reception party going on there, so we ask a townie that walked by if he knew where this Legion was. This old man was TRIPPIN, and although quite insane, he did manage to lead us back in the right direction.
Bashtard, Mills, and I managed to get to the Legion in once piece and partake of the the celebration. The start of the reception was nice, you know the usual affair, food, wine, coke on the rocks, speeches, that whole ball of yarn. After that was over the DJ came by and insulted all of table 20. You see our table was comprised of myself, bashtard, woswin, and mills, thats right NO girls. I'm not sure how that seating arrangement came about but there you have it, a table full of guys. So the DJ comes by and says to us "hey theres no ladies at this table" then he chuckled and said "I guess this is the sausage party back here"*. After everyone held me back from slugging him, we proceeded to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
There was lots of mingling, snacking, and more mingling. Things that stand out from it at the moment include the DJ having his ass threatened to be kicked by no less then 5 people, including a member of the wedding couple, and a member of his family. Now you know that someone is pissing people off if the betrothed are raising their pitchforks. Also coming to memory was a rousing round of the chicken dance, DC's brother doing some chair dance that was too similar to nsyncs chair dance, to not be disturbing, pissing off the Mad Russian by taking pictures of him dancing with one of the brides maids, and falling on my ass while dancing to god knows what in a failed attempt at a cool break dancing move.
After the reception wrapped up, and getting past an insanely convoluted attempt at making plans by Mycophile. We went back to DC's parents place to drop off and pick up stuff. Then we dashed off towards the golden arches drive-through for some food.
I ordered a combo, and Bashtard got fries or something, the total came out to a bit under $8. All I had on me was a fifty that the bank machine gave me, so I handed that Mackenzie King over to Bashtard to pay.
The drive through window #1 kid took the money and gave back the change to Bashtard. Upon receiving the change he started counting it, the window #1 kid in a surly voice says to him "It's $45", Bashtard gives him a "whatever" and hands me the money. As we approach the food window I recount the change and notice that it wasnt $45 that he gave back, it was $55. Mind you even the $45 was too much change to have given back, but $55 was just laugh outloud wrong. Had the little punk not been so surly maybe we would have corrected him, and given the money back, but he brought down my wrath upon himself with his bad attitude. So we drove off with food and $5 extra dollars.
* Not actually said, but it was quite implied.