12:07 PM In one sense and out the other

So, I'm at the trailer, writing this on my phone, which is always fun. We elected not to bring a laptop because, well, why bother? We are, after all, on a getaway, so here we are, getting away.

Prior to the trip, the month of June was pure exhaustion. It was hard to believe, by June 30th, that we were still in the same calendar month as our garage sale, as so much had happened or been done. Funeral, dump day, father's day, wedding...appointments... it felt like we hardly had a moment's breath. And rain, so much rain.

Last weekend was Rielle's wedding. It was definitely a schlep to get to Oshawa, and drizzly too. The forecast had called for rain all weekend so she messaged the night before to let everyone know it would now an indoor affair. We got on the road and Mel did not feel good about the way Google was taking us so we made some attempts at a detour that, naturally, lost us some time (can I say I might have done the same? I'm prone to making gut moves that don't pan out but a lot of the time on the road I like to stay committed, so who knows. I don't fault her. ) Luckily we had left in good time so we got there with an hour before the ceremony. It had been quite smooth sailing for the last leg of the drive coming out of the city. And sunny to boot -- sunny and damn hot, perfect day for an outdoor wedding. Oh well, better safe than etc.

We had an hour to kill before the wedding, which was by design, so we found food. We had figured McDonald's but with time running a bit thin we found a Quesada and had tacos (both of us ended up somewhat regretting the spice but were glad we had filled ourselves before the wedding.)

Ceremony was nice. They had done good stuff with the space, decor-wise. It was a pretty simple ceremony aside from the 8-minute prog rock performance Dan gave of his vows. It was quite the conversation piece. My own feelings are both impressed -- it was very elaborate and obviously from the heart -- and, well... it was an 8-minute prog rock epic about their cosmic destiny together. Could perhaps have used some editing. But I well know that when you have the spotlight of a wedding on you you MILK IT.

It was a good wedding. The food was via an Indian restaurant, My Roti Place. We mingled with the folks we knew -- Mel's old coworkers Goeff and John, and Rielle's old roommates. We also semi-knew the people at our table from a party we had attended years ago. Mel had been worried we wouldn't know people but I assured her we usually made the best of these situations, and in this case I was right. It was a lively bunch and we even exchanged numbers with one of the couples who live in Hamilton.

We danced, although the dancing was not as lively as some weddings we've been to (ahem ahem) and just as the music was getting going we were called outside to do sparklers -- which was fun but then once we were out in the cool open evening air, and chatting with Rielle's sister, we had little incentive to go back in (eventually we did and I did my big move -- although I'm getting old and really FEELING IT.)

We had figured we wouldn't stay to the end but ended up going the distance. We went back to the hotel, crashed, and I woke up early and diddled on my phone waiting for Mel, while someone in the hallway or perhaps another room watched the Radioactive Man episode of The Simpsons very loudly. We grabbed Tims for breakfast and hit the road (I was initially going to drive but Mel asked to and I wouldn't stand in her way.)

The week progressed. Rain, bad air, work. We did end up having McD's for lunch one day, which I ended up dropping Mel's fries on the ground, which was the source of a minor meltdown for me because I was having a bad day -- having made a shockingly major screwup at work that I was undoubtedly accountable for, due to being, I don't know, a little complacent and autopiloty... which brings up a ton of other negative feelings about work lately. I was also feeling guilty about leaving Mel alone for an evening while I went to AEW with Brandon, because she gets pretty bad separation anxiety (I know, I know it's something to work on) as demonstrated by her overall negative feelings on Dump Day. She couldn't find anyone to spend the evening with her.

Well it turned out ok. She treated herself to some Kelsey's and watched Indian Matchmaker. For me, the show was good. Fun to go out to a wrestling show and see a tidy little event without going overboard. Sad we had to duck out early to make the bus but Brandon was raring to go after 2 hours in that arena and there wasn't much we were desperate to see in the Rampage taping afterward.. I had only a hot dog and pop for dinner so when I got home, after spending some time with Mel before she nodded off, I made popcorn and watched, yes, old Simpsons.

I'll break there and come back with another post about the trailer, as I've gone over a lot (as I indicated there would be much) and there is more to tell, including perhaps things that have not happened yet.

(Note from the distant future: I ended up posting this on Jul 20.)

Keep on rockin'

Scotto