Right, so where were we? Ah, yes, of course. We had just finished up the gorgeous, rusty-bridge photo-shoot, and Jason (the groom-newly-turned-husband) was pointing out that the festivities were to continue at the hotel.
So back to our squishy-bed-ed hotel we went! There was a little time to hang out in the lobby pubs, and then (after a quick costume change by Maria) we headed toward the reception.
We catch Dan here in a little off-duty time, as he was soon to MC portions of the reception (which went very smoothly, with many a moving speech). The couple’s first dance was to the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand”, which I thought was a masterful choice, and they were super-cute!
While the food, company and conversation were fantastic, I do think however, that the DJ rather stole the show that night. He both DJ-ed and sang, and aside from his Marvin Gaye (sorry dude, Marvin was better), he really was fantastic. All-round excellent entertaining (I think both Maria and I considered asking if he did weddings in Ontario) with some awesome dancing.
While I think it would be most fitting for this picture’s caption to read “Alright, enough of these dancing shenanigans; we’re in a hotel, goddamnit. Come hither, Husband, and perform thy marital duties!”, I do feel that I should be truthful and say that both members of the new couple hung around until the wee hours dancing with everyone. There was even a conga line at one point!
Eventually, we headed up to our room (see also: staying in hotel where reception takes place; awesomeness thereof) where some prelim packing took place, and we (being the girls) negotiated for an early start the next morning to start our trek back to Ontario, which would this time include three drivers, as Chrispy was taking a detour to visit his folks even further out east.
“Early” being a matter of opinion, I will state that we were on the road (breakfast eaten) by 9:45am. We passed a thawing river (more sign that we are spoiled out here with our quicker springs) and some roadsigns that Dan really wanted a picture of. (He had to make the request though since he was driving at that point.)
(I’m not sorry that it’s blurry because I did take the picture whilst whizzing past it at 120 km/h. Speeding? What?)
We wended our way up through New Brunswick, into Quebec, and past Cabano, the town where The Boy’s mom is from. We didn’t actually go into Cabano (which would have been a detour), but we did get a picture of their sports complex. (Allegedly. We were outside the town, after all.)
I’m not sure what the little ‘v’ face signifies, but we saw it on a couple barns and silos as we drove further out. We stopped at a cheese makerie for some craft dairy products and beer, and marvelled at the hilliness. (It turned out that for my selections, the dairy products were better than the beer.)
Maria, who had hitherto thought that Dan and I were making up the town name “St. Louis du Ha! Ha!”, was surprised to find out that not only does it exist (really!), but that the name actually includes the punctuation. (How many towns can make that claim?!)
We made a stop in Quebec City (on the wrong side of the river; meaning the south) to eat an overrated poutine at Chez Ashton’s. (To be fair, their fries are fantastic. I just don’t get the cut up hotdog thing. Gross.) For the rest of the afternoon, we followed the St. Lawrence, inched our way through Montreal, and eventually got back to our homes to the great relief of four cats, and (in my case) of The Boy.
The End. (Or, in the case of the newlyweds, The Beginning!)
Pictures (such as they are) of the whole shebang, in case you’re curious, are available here. Many thanks to Chrispy for taking most of the good ones!