My sister is getting married tomorrow in true Gabriola Island, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants style.
She's got the man.
She's got the dress.
She's got his ring.
All very good things.
Friends are supplying flowers.
Someone (not sure who!) is playing music. More good things!
They applied for a marriage licence (very important!).
They have an officiant.
They *should* have sunshine for their outdoor ceremony.
They have a hall booked for the reception.
Now... food. Um, yes. Food. Oh, right! It's very low-key wedding, so mom offered to cook a few roasts and set up the kitchen for the night's festivities. Other guests have signed up to bring along the rest. I just hope we don't end up with 50 pounds of pasta salad and three baked potatoes.
But the bride had a back-up plan. "Don't worry, Mom, if we run out of food we'll just order pizza." God I love my sister. I was a nervous neurotic mess at my wedding. She is calm and peaceful the day before, not worrying about anything (including the things she maybe SHOULD be worried about!)
Somehow I got the grand honour of transporting the wedding favours: 120 chocolates. You see, the favours would have cost close to $500 if purchased on or near Gabriola Island. But our local chocolate shop offered them to us for just over $200.
It's worth a $300 savings to transport them (inside a car loaded with a toddler and all his gear, one Scarlett O'Hara style bridesmaid's dress, my hubby, etc., etc...). Except that our little car has no air conditioning?. My sister may be awarding mini chocolate fondues to every guest.
Congratulations to Angela & J. May you have many years of melted chocolate memories, enough good food and good guests to get you hitched without a hitch, and nothing buy joy for the next hundred years.
It wouldn't be proper to send you off into marriage without a little Irish luck to get you through the big day:
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies and quick to make friends. And may you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.