After Chris and Kris’s lovely,
After Chris and Kris‘s lovely, lovely wedding — featuring, in addition to the expected beautiful bride and beaming groom, the finest processional choreography I have ever seen — I sort of expected today to be a let-down. It wasn’t, but first more about the wedding!
So, yeah. Lovely ceremony, excellent reception, touching-but-brief speeches, all the sorts of excellence you expect when Chris and Kris decide to plan something that’s important to them. The wine had been made by Chris’s father, and was really rather good. I remember, years ago, when that was not the case; Wayne’s wine was rarely, if ever, snuck out of the cellar for illicit consumption. If that evening was any indication — and I have every reason to believe it was — they are going to have a very happy and very stylish life together. But enough about them.
Tyla and I are still thrilled to be married, of course, and the last nearly-three years have been wonderful. Even so, we find ourselves wishing that we’d observed more of these wonderful weddings before planning our own, because there were some things — beginning, but certainly not ending, with the amazing location — that we would have cribbed mercilessly. Ah well. Next time, I guess.
This morning, I managed to wake up around 0630, and then travelled with Paul and Agnes to a German restaurant down on Industrial Road to watch the World Cup final. A well-played game by both sides, and excellent officiating by that Italian robo-ref, but the mood was sort of glum when Brazil pulled ahead.
After that, and a quick nap, Tyla and I met up with her family for dim sum at the always-excellent Chu Shing. Her mother and her mother’s friend went off to have a picnic at Gatineau Park, Martha and her friend trotted off the Minority Report, and Tyla and I wandered Bank Street, stopping for snacks and a drink at the Arrow and the Loon.
Dinner was to be found at Horn of Africa with Chris Beard and Phil, and then we four made our way to the OLS VIP party (sponsored by OEOne: thanks, guys!), where light drinking and heavy geeking occurred. Tyla got her fill of that early, and I can’t say I blame her, but Phil and I stuck around until 0130, at which point we couldn’t resist the temptation of Marroush. If there is more fun to be had in a hot, loud Lebanese restaurant at two in the morning, I very much want to hear about it. We also ran into Christina Jutzi, who I haven’t seen in at least half a decade, and who recognized me by my wedding ring. Odd, to be sure, but pleasant.
Breakfast was at Tucker’s Marketplace, which never excels, but rarely fails catastrophically. Right now we’re trying to get an audience-wide Cebolla network demo thing working, and it’s all sort of working. Zach’s talk is cool, even though I sort of know the material already.
I have been in such a good mood lately. Weather? Toronto-glee? Looking forward to new job and summer weddings? Got me, but I’m really enjoying it while it lasts.
Phil and I just brought up a Cebolla tunnel, so we’re well on our way to a non-sucky demo.
Peter sent me a mail about stuff that I’m going to work on in the first three weeks, and I’m sure that I’ll understand all the words he used sometime soon. I am absorbing filesystem/cluster information at a frantic rate right now, and it’s exhilarating, if somewhat exhausting.
Time to go buy a shirt for the Coop-and-Kris wedding, and then attend said wedding. Yay!