My friend Christine and I have been friends since high school, when we spent three months in Quebec City as part of a cultural exchange. It was by far one of the most memorable things I’ve ever done, and to this day I look back on those three moths with the warmest of memories. Sadly, of the six of us that were there, Christine was the only one I managed to keep in touch with over the years (although I did find Kellie again just recently, thanks to the magic of Facebook…).
I was pleasantly surprised to receive an invite to the wedding, and was happy to use some of my accumulated air miles to make the trip for the big event. My cousin Emily was kind enough o allow me to crash at her place, even though she was hading out for a vacation of her own. We did get a chance to hang out for a bit on the Friday night when I got into town, but as always, it’s never enough time. I also was trying to hook up with my friend Erik, from Ryerson but that didn’t work out either.
The wedding itself was nice – full-blown Catholic affair, kept mercifully short. The priest was a bit over-the-top, even arrogant (isn’t pride one of those seven-deadly-sins things?), but given my lack of faith, who am I to say anything? The reception was held at the Hunt Club, and was really nice. It was a bit tough not knowing anyone, but still it was a very nice event, and I’m glad I went.