The wedding dinner was held at Becker’s. There is a gourmet restaurant on site that is wonderful. Our party numbered just 15 and this included the three small children who were in attendance. The wait staff was very attentive and accommodating where the kids were concerned. The bartender even mixed up a carafe of chocolate milk just for them. Our server was from Quebec. She told my daughter she looked just like a princess and commented on how much alike we look. At one point during dinner she was chatting with Katy and then told me the story of her marriage when her daughter was three. Her daughter referred to the wedding as “our” wedding and still talked about the day when “we all got married”.
There was no pre-planned meal. We ordered off the menu. Carafes of the house red and white wine and cocktails kept the adult members of the party well hydrated. Because the chefs were in charge of the pacing of the meal it was leisurely but they were quite happy to make sure the children were fed first. Rob had a wild herb encrusted filet mignon. I joked that he would have to dance the cow off later when we went into the pub in Jasper, but he replied that he wasn’t planning to dance.
“I see how it is,” I told him, “put a ring on your finger and your feet stop moving.”
The best man howled at that one. The best man actually was quite the party favor. Surrounded by women from 22 to 76, he didn’t lack for attention and did his best to provide banter and giggles. At one point he kissed my mom’s older sister and taught my mother how to use a crystal wine glass to produce a rather ear drum piercing tone. Actually, by the time my mother got in on it, everyone at table was wetting fingers and rubbing glasses, and yes, there was innuendo to be had but the children had already been spirited away by the matron of honor’s mother to watch videos in their cabin at this point.
My mother proved to be quite the party girl. After the wine glass game ended (something I think the other patrons were grateful for), the best man decided to teach her how to spoon. I think it was Rob’s older daughter, Farron, who started the spooning. First you need to wet the tip of your nose and then breathe heavily on the spoon. If optimal moisture conditions exist, the spoon will adhere to your nose. It took mom a bit to manage it but eventually the spoon stuck.
Between my rather inebriated mother (“I am not drunk,” she proclaimed loudly and often enough to invoke the Gertrude rule), and our luxuriously eye lashed best man dinner was a success. Of course the delicious food and drink and excellent service played a part as well as the happiness of the day.
Dinner began at 7PM and when we left at about 10:30 there was still plenty of light so a trip into town to the Astoria Hotel to visit its Dead Dog pub (on a tip from our extremely amiable French-Canadian server) was next on the celebratory agenda and so was hailing a cab service.
The Dead Dog is a local’s pub located on Connaught which is the main street in Jasper. There are pool tables, darts and dancing bartenders. Rob and I were treated to anything we liked on the house by the woman behind the bar but truthfully, I had no more than a sip or two of the white wine and I don’t think Rob finished his beer either. The best man offered us celebratory shots of something vanilla that necessitated lemon sucking immediately after and lucky wasn’t noxious enough to unsettle dinner. He was the only one of the wedding party to stay in costume prompting Rob to tell me the story of how the groomsmen and ring-bearer managed to completely destroy their tuxes after he and Shelley’s wedding. I didn’t remember it at the time, but one of Will’s groomsmen returned his tux completely covered with mud and vomit. I don’t think either story needs much explaining.
Cheryl thought that we should dance but we weren’t inclined to dance to anything other than our songs. We have three but Rob couldn’t find any of them on the juke box which was one of those video variety with the touch screens, prompting Rob to ask if he was old because he was looking about for one of those old Wurlitzer’s. It’s not old to want something classy in my opinion.
Jordan continued with the candid shots until her digital camera died but eventually the younger members of the party took to the pool tables and Rob and I snuggled and smooched and generally tried to stay awake. At some point nearing 1 AM, we decided to call the cab service, so while we waited Rob stuck a looney into the internet access computer that was there and I checked my email and surfed the news sites a bit before looking at the YWBB board.
“We are pathetic,” I told him.
“Uh-huh,” he agreed readily and went to find the men’s washroom.
I wasn’t compelled to open any posts but Kirsta’s and was glad I did when it turned out to be her and Scott’s wedding announcement. As I was reading, Jordan wandered by and nodded at the computer.
“You know what this makes you?” she asked.
“A geek,” I replied.
She nodded, “Welcome to the family.”