I wish I had a picture of the happy couple, but a picture of a child who is happy to go to a wedding (and happier still about getting a brand new pretty dress to wear) will have to do:
Clearly practically bursting with glee. Anyway.
My old roommate Ryan O’Brian (and college pal, we go back to ’93 I believe) got married to his long time love Amber on Saturday. They did a flash-mob wedding at AGO, just told people to show up and had a woman…officiant?…marry them without making appointments, renting rooms, none of it. Then they rode off in a rickshaw back to their place, which is where we met them. After, the festivities were moved to Jet Fuel on Parliament. It was wonderful!
And, no offence to either bride or groom, my favourite part: I got to see Monty, Ryan’s elderly dog! He’s about 14 years old, which is remarkable for a dog of his descent, both Great Dane and German Shepherd. It’s funny to see him, when we lived together he was about 2 years old and was still very, VERY silly. Now he’s deaf as a post and pretty feeble by all accounts, although he seems happy and enjoyed being around all the guests. I had high hopes that he’d sniff my hand and fall to pieces with joy about his long lost friend, but no, the old sniffer didn’t recognize me at all!
Apologies to Monty, I don’t have a ‘dog’ tag. I am pretty sure he doesn’t mind being filed under ‘kitty’…