The wedding day passed by without a hitch (except the one resulting in us being married). I don`t think we could have asked for more perfect conditions, or a more smooth, memorable day. We`ll post some pictures and commentary when we get together with our photographer. After the whole shin-dig was done, we made our way to a really nice locally run hotel near Old Montreal. It was a super nice place with amazing service. Very European in style. They noticed we were just married, and so at every turn they were calling to us, "Congratulations!"
Most of the next 30 hours were spent sleeping and recooping after such a busy 4 weeks before the wedding day. When Jenn woke up, she suddenly felt very hungry and felt reasonably confident that if she ate something, her ill-feeling would improve. So, I went down to the desk, got my keys, and we set off for the Old City.
As a side note, it's really very amazing that we received such perfect weather for the day of the wedding. The days before had been excruciatingly hot, and many days afterward were damp and cold. The Saturday itself was 23 C, accompanied by a cool breeze and a sunny sky. We could not have asked for more.
So, just as perfect as the 26th was, the day we made our way to Old Montreal was not. It was dark, and damp, and rainy. One could even hear thunder now and again. We stopped along a street hosting a bunch of eateries and ice cream shoppes. The moment we stopped, Jenn looked at me and confessed, "You know what? I'm really not feeling well... Why don't you go and get something to eat?" I certainly didn't want to go on my own while my new sickly wife sat alone in the car. So we turned around in the rainy street and made our way back to the hotel. We did stop for food -- at McDonald's, and I quickly scarfed two double cheeseburgers -- Jenn ate nothing. Just as we were leaving Old Montreal, Jenn exclaimed, "Luke! I'm going to throw up!" So, widened-eyed and determined, I swerved around pedestrians and made good use of the car's horn. I stopped the car just short of screaching the breaks, and Jenn had just enough time to open the door and aim, and .... well, I'm sure you've done something similar before. I won't describe.
So, on our second day of marriage, we left our mark on Old Montreal's cobblestoned streets... Which greatfully the rain would swiftly wash away.
