So Sean’s wedding was last week in Lachine.
Aside: LACHINE in the middle of frakking January, WHO DOES THAT. Of COURSE it snowed, that’s what happens in Lachine in the middle of January. And I’m done.
I’ll have a post on that later, there’s some pix but they’re on my phone which is currently dead.
I enjoyed seeing Charles and Stéphane, my UQAM colleagues and fellow battlefield nerds. I mean, group leaders. People who are as excited by visiting Normandy as I am, with whom I can wax rhapsodic about the serenity that is Le Moulin Morin. My blood pressure is lowering just thinking of that place. Anyway, it was good to see them. And because I wanted to see those guys (and others who I did not get to see due to not having a vehicle and the weather being implement), I arrived in Montreal a day and a half before the wedding.
That was a good thing, because the day before the wedding was a giant snowstorm.
Actually, it had already started while I was on the runway waiting for my flight to Montreal to leave.
We got there eventually, landed in the snow, it was great. Until I left my lovely cashmere/merino beret on the plane. I made it a couple of years ago, over Christmas break. It’s really pretty, and soft like buttah. And now it probably belongs to a flight attendant, who probably washed it and made it shrink to a child size. HA SUCKA.
Good thing I can knit, right? I made myself a beanie to replace it. Lime green malabrigo! But it’s not the same.
Oh well, someone will love that hat.
And next time I go to Montreal in January, I’m packing a spare. And wearing Sorels.
