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June 3, 2006: Wedding day

June 7, 2006 on 8:51 pm | In Uncategorized |

Oh Pacific Sands…in the words of Chris Roberts -”a little luxury before you get real unluxurious”

I had to be over at my sister’s villa by 10am for maid-of-honourly guidance and support while she had her hair done, and then so we could lace each other’s dresses up…though my Mom showed up and took over the lacing of Cor’s dress -which was awesome. It was a strapless white satin dress with small black beads and flowers embroidered across the top and then down the back around the lace-up back.
The ceremony took place on the beach and only lasted about 20 minutes. No pews, no churchiness, just a chilled-out officiant, mid-ceremony jokes and lots of tears on behalf of the parents. Afterwards there were somequick pictures on the rocks at the shore and we all headed into Cor and Kent’s villa to pig out on a massive catered lunch courtesy of Breakers Cafe in Tofino.
Once everyone finished eating and my Dad finished speeching it up sob-style (just kidding -he was only mildly choked up and it was an excellent speech), everyone was free to do their own thing until later that night.
Sean and I rode our bikes into Tofino and sat on the bench by the Pacific Terminus of the Trans-Canada Highway when we were suckered into this conversation by an old guy named Turtle. Turtle was probably 60 and had three stories, all of which he told about six times.
Number 1 -He used to own an ice cream cart but Tofino took it away because he didn’t have a license for it. Till then he was going to run for mayor, and probably would have won since he’s so well-liked in that town.
Number 2 -He used to have the most beautiful beard ever and we would never ever believe how beautiful his beard was.
Number 3 -A couple years ago he had a laughing curfew slapped on him by the town of Tofino and now there’s no laughing for Turtle between 11pm and 11am.
This last story we were kind of skeptical of until we heard him laugh and an acquaintance of his (a 20-something girl) came along and corroborated the story. We probably sat with the two of them on that bench for an hour, getting blown away by the bizarro-ness of the situation, before we rode back to the resort and had an awesome BBQ with my Aunts, Uncles and cousins.
After dinner there was an hour or so of dessert, drinks and some more speeches and poems back at Cor’s villa. This was followed by a fire at the resort fire pit, where the Kenny’s ran out every other fire-enjoying guest at the resort within 20 minutes.
Amy

PS -To those of you who are only reading for the adventurepacked-ness of this log, sorry about the babying out here but this is my kick-ass niece Bridget Anonda.