Well it's August 12. My last post was July 22...my bad.
This last month has been absolutely insane.
I stood at my friends Richard and Lori's Wedding, traveled across Midwest America, celebrated my birthday and a whole bunch of other things. I'll try to catch up as much as possible but I'm not sure I'll be able to.
In my last post I had a picture up with Bret Hart(my all time favorite wrestler), Jim Niedhart(Bret's tag partner) and Jimmy Hart(their manager) collectively known as the Hart Foundation. They did a signing at a recent BCW show and as soon as I heard about it I knew I had to attend. Getting to meet childhood heroes is awesome. BCW has led to 2 for me. Here's to MANY more.
The following week was spent mostly taking care of wedding stuff for Rich and Lori. This was my first time standing at a wedding so I really had no idea what to expect. The rehearsal dinner was Thursday night. I drank WAY more then I should have and was VERY hung over that Friday. We spent most of the day Friday just doing little odds and ends(and when I say we I mean most of the Doyon Family, I spent most of the day huddled in a ball in a corner regretting how having those last 7 drinks the night before).
Saturday was the big day. I got to the Doyon house hold around 11 and got dressed(this was also my first time in a tux and I must say, I looked HOT). We got to the church around 2ish and started with the duties of escorting guests to seats. Much to my surprise my Mom came to the church. The hardest part of my day was introducing my Mom to Mr. and Mrs. Doyon. The Doyon's have pretty well adopted me as one of their own and it was just a really weird thing to introduce them to each other. It was the only time in the day that I almost cried. Only me.
The ceremony was very nice. Father Claire was excellent and made sure to make open gestures to everyone, no matter their beliefs. I really think that if more religious leaders took that kind of stance the world would be a happier and more productive place, but that's a rant for another day.
We went to Willistead Manor for pictures. I was terrified. Seeing as I sweat when I'm going up the stairs, I had visions of sweating right through my tux and looking like a complete boob while the pictures were taking place. I got lucky though, as it was beautiful that day. We got the pictures done and nary a drop fell from my ample forehead.
I'll have more about the wedding and more in a few days. I just found out I'm on my way to the family cottage for the night so I have to get ready.
See in you a few days.
To Be Continued...