Claude and Sylvie’s Wedding

Well, my wingman flew off into the sunset on Friday night as we went to Claude and Sylvie’s wedding reception. After writing a final exam that afternoon (which…I think I did as well as any man writing 5 essays in 3 hours could do…) I was pumped to go have a good night. They had actually got married down South somewhere so this was a reception for the folks who couldn’t make it.

Vero and I rushed to the mall to pick up a wedding gift and then I headed home to get dressed. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that my pair of dress shoes were left at work so I had to make a detour back into Quebec. After picking up Trish and Vero, we headed to the reception hall which was amazingly decorated. I liked the stark contrast that the bright pink colours created. I had to set up the laptop for a presentation of photos which ended in disaster as the laptop didn’t have Windows XP on it, so it doesn’t have a built-in slideshow feature. After some fiddling around with it (and some heckles from various women around me), I managed to find some mass import feature in PowerPoint which saved my ass that night. An hour later, the presentation is up and running and I finally have time to run to Subway as I had not eaten yet that day. In hindsight, I suppose I really could have mowed down on the food at the wedding but I thought that would be rude (but in the end, there were a ton of leftovers).

The MC was a good time, the DJ was alright also. He wasn’t as bad as Jason’s (“He sucks donkey balls!”), but Claude wasn’t too impressed with him. All in all, I’m a fan of the DJs that play the older music at the beginning of the night and ends it off with some newer stuff. It’s the make of a good DJ.

The speeches were great, but the highlight of the speeches is how the karaoke gig next door were singing Feliz Navidad during the best man’s speech and we couldn’t hear a word that the best man was saying. It was amazing.

The night progressed well other than Pierre spiking my rye with some Tobasco sauce. I found out an hour ago that Benoit retaliated for me, but I was receiving the blame for it from Pierre that night so I was on a manhunt for whomever spiked it. Then Pierre retaliated again. First, you smell some olives, then your lips go numb. That’s what Tobasco sauce in your drink is all about.

I beat Benoit to the garter belt which was amazing. Then they went East Coast Style where I had to put the garter belt on the leg of the girl who caught the bouquet. I had told her I was going to have some fun with her and fondle her leg a little for the show, and she had no problem with it.

While blindfolded, I realized that putting a garter belt on seems a lot harder than taking one off! I had to use my hand at one point to get it over the foot. Anyhow, things were going decent and then the MC stopped everything and when I took the blindfold off, I realized they pulled a switcheroo on me and they had put the bride’s mom there instead! We all had a good laugh!

Other than that, things progressed well. We had an excellent table and I got to chat up with a few people I don’t get to see often, as well as Pierre’s wife whom I had only met at their wedding for a whole 2 minutes. She is pretty cool.

The night ended at 1 and we headed home amidst a giant snowstorm which hit in the past few hours. Two thumbs up for the wedding!