Wedding Crashers

At age 15, I got a (yes, totally cheesy) tattoo on my right ring finger. I remember thinking, “I should get this on my wedding finger as a protest and claim my eternal independence!” Much less radical than I thought I was, I opted out and quietly maintained a pseudo sense of resistance. To this day however, I love attending weddings.  Nowhere else can you indulge in so much awesome slow dancing, chicken dancing, jiggin’ with Grandpa or bust out the Running Man and still have friends the next day.For the first (and just recently, second) time, I paired my teenage desire for radicism (is that a word?) with my love of wedding receptions to succeed in crashing a total of 4 weddings!!

Inspired, planned and accompanied by one of the most good-fun-times guys I know, weddings #1, 2 & 3 took place at a classy, multi-venue joint near Jane & Steels called the Paradise Ballroom.  Dolled up and determined, we began our journey north on the Jane St. bus with cans of beer in paper bags of courage.  Well prepared with alias names (Frank Journey & Penny Power), background stories and quick escape plans, we arrived about 9:30 ready to hit the floor.
Folks, if you’re ever craving something new and quirky to do on a Saturday night, I highly recommend the P.B! I couldn’t believe how simple it was to walk in, grab a drink and start twisting the night away. We ate, did I mention drink (for FREE), got pics with the brides...we did it all...and we didn’t know a soul!

Just the other week, while tearing through Louisburg on Cape Breton Island with my new favorite guy, the universe sent out another crash test. Wedding #4 was the best yet! Held at the local fire hall and attended by some unruly randos and seriously drunken Capers, we arrived just in time to participate in the garter and bouquet toss. Within 3 minutes, we had drinks in hand, found a crowd of new friends and were two-steppin’ until closing time. Islanders are a different bunch to say the least. I received two warnings that night: not to claw at eyes when chasing the bouquet and to never meet a man’s eyes on the dance floor. I see. Sloppy and aggressive was apparently an understatement.


Sadly while away, I missed a family wedding here in Ontario. Congratulations Deanna & Joe!! Couples like you keep me believing that love can last as long as my tattoo (ya, I already said it was cheesy...).  xo