In The Full Forces

I'm just now getting around to sifting thru the rubble from the past weekend. I haven't put up any photos from our little getogether on Sunday night back at the Fallons, this time in full force. So here's that...







Oh and nothing's really been going on since we got home. Working. Both of us. Laura's on that dreading closing shift where she's so tempted to sleep til noon and I am playing catchup with a job that had a 4 day headstart on me. No fun. But all is good now. We are planning the rest of our pre-Christmas festivities very tightly, because really we don't have much free time. The list is ambitious, but we have a good feeling about it. By which I haven't even begun to start really celebrating full force. Tomorrow we start with uploading what I hold to be the most thorough Christmas playlist on Earth. Try and prove me wrong. It's pretty deep. But I'm never above taking new additions so... suggestions?

Reception Highs And Tireds

Then there was the reception, of which neither of us remember much due to a doubled cocktail hour where the alcohol flowed heavy and Laura discovered ginger & rye. Oh boy. We ate delicious foods and danced to delicious tunes (Mike has flawless taste in tunes) and overall had a blast.




Most of our entertainment was watching Yuula take over the dance floor. She wasn't out there for long when she found a little "dance" partner.








The evening spilled out onto the patio where we caught up with old friends and met some new ones.





The dance floor started to fill up again when the live band started to play and Mike's father joined in on some Van Morrison jams.







Yuula had long been past her witching hour and Laura and I were approaching ours. To end the night we took turns holding the little sleeper in the hall while the other got in a little more party.





Great parties go too fast. I barely remember this one. Good thing we took at least a few photos.

Destination Bloor West And Matrimony

I'm not gonna lie, we were excited to get the hell out of this house with no power and this country with no Tim Horton's. Our friends Mike and Andrea were tying the knot and we were invited to attend the festivities.



Mike & Andrea live in an adorable little cottage in on the outskirts of Toronto, Bloor West I think I heard it called. Bloor West has the most lush and delicious looking sidewalk produce I have ever seen. The happy couple was kind enough to open their doors to us, the Sacktig-Owens', the Bentons and a drifter named Mark Maguire.



We accompanied them on the walk to the venue for the rehearsal. Love was in the air.




The event was to take place at the magical Old Mill just a hop, skip and a jump from their house. Or a ramp, hill and a bridge. Lovely place all the same.

Well, Well, Well Michelle

Prompted by my boy Jeff, I've decided to start giving shoutouts to the readers that I wasn't aware we actually had. I thought it was just our parents all these years, but apparently we keep it interesting enough to attract an audience. Flattered. I should really put a little more effort into this thing now, huh?... hmm

Anyhow.. Check it out! It's Michelle!!!



Michelle and I go way back. Not as far back as some, but fairly far. We spent a few seasons packed on a bus with some other hooligans and out in the hot sun and worked together for a handful when we both lived down in Georgia. Good times with an Eminem soundtrack. She has a cat named Puma Kitty. Here we are pretending to want to be at this bar.



Michelle and I both have moved on and apart, but it's always nice to hear how she's doing. I'm pretty sure she's a masseuse these days, so I'll have to hit her up for a quick press next time I see her, which will be right around Labor Day in Canada. I know, random. Michelle likes taco salad and Michael Jackson, may God rest his tortured soul.



Love ya Michelle!