Joint house blog roadtrip

Recently, as in merely 24 hours ago, 2 representatives of the house blogs have embarked on a trip to Saskatoon—which I have been describing as the middle America of Canada. The official reason is to attend my friend Deanna's wedding. The unofficial reason is the chance to wear kickin' dresses, buffet dinner and open bar. (The open bar did not happen though since the bride and groom didn't want to deal with drunken relatives. But that still didn't stop me from getting thoroughly foxed with the complementary bottles of white and blush wines. =_=*)

The beginning of the trip was a smashing success, as in we totally missed the exit to highway 16 and turned into highway 14 instead. After 10 minutes of driving, we decided to stop by the gas station in Tofield to ask for directions.

As we turned into the gas station, Kim commented on how sketchy it looked. I was just enjoying the fact that "Country Boyz" is perhaps the most appropriate name for a gas station-strip bar establishment. Disappointingly, there were no strippers there. Just gas. And lots of wasted potential.

The guy at the gas station said we were still on the right track. So we thanked him and continued our adventure.


And by "adventure," I meant this:

500 or so kilometres of the flattest landscape I've ever seen. There are times when the highest altitude point would be the top of a hay barrel. Thank god we borrowed Chloé's iTrip. If not, I probably would have fallen asleep behind the wheels. Instead we chair-danced to Britney's I'm a Slave 4 U. (Look, those 1700 or so songs on my iPod can't all be good.)



We eventually reached North Battleford where we got gas. Kim competed with the gas station attendant for the chance to clean my disgusting insect-speckled windshield. Thanks Kim!







Of course her efforts were largely wasted as the strip of the road between North Battleford and Saskatoon had perhaps the highest population of cabbage butterflies around. Do you know that when butterflies smash again the windshield, they produce this slightly audible "splosh" sound? We got used to the massacre after a while. We took a look at the car when we reached the hotel. The killing count was spectacular:





We stayed at perhaps the nicest room in the Radisson Saskatoon. There's a super fluffy bed, a sitting area and a pretty view of the river.





The bed is one of those fancy sleep number beds that you see on infomercials. Kim discovered that her sleep number was 25 and she proclaimed that she has the best sleep EVER on that bed. I agree. That bed was pretty damn good. In fact, that became the highlight of the trip. It's that comfortable!

We then went to the ceremony at the church. It was an intimate ceremony with mostly relatives there. It was sweet.

After the ceremony, we met up with Raynor and Sean. They're the bridesmaids' boyfriends.

Sean, whom I met in passing once before, re-introduced himself. Upon hearing that I used to work at the Gateway he asked if I knew Steve Smith. And I'm like, of course, duh! Then he told me that he's the co-inventor of homosexual chicken! Look at this face—this is the face of the man who's responsible for those precious retreat memories! What an interesting discovery.











This is Raynor. He's recently engaged to my friend Janet, which I totally saw coming. Raynor, lapsing into his nasty habit of matchmaking, was trying to match Kim up with his brother. He even tried to show Kim pictures of his brother, Kyle, water-skiing. She wasn't impressed at all and I think a little freaked out by it. (BTW: Raynor will be at the turducken party. Feel free to bring this up in his presence. Also, for some reason, he hates David Berry. That should be an interesting night!)





This is what Kim and I wore to the reception. I don't think anybody did better than us at the wedding. Then again, the party was mostly middle-aged relatives and there aren't too many young people there. Kim and I planned to crash the party next door, which Kim declared that it had "potential." That didn't happen as I ended up passed out on my side of the sleep number bed. I think I missed the speeches, which I somewhat regret. I missed the cake, too, which I didn't regret as much.

The next morning, we went to the gift-opening brunch. Very much like the wedding itself, you pretty much can only enjoy it if you're the ones getting married. Here's Deanna and Cam, the reason why we're in Saskatoon in the first place.







We left after scarfing down a few mini quiches. We stopped by Lloyd on our way back because this time, we found highway 16. (Look how disgusting my windshield is.)









This was the last thing we saw before we left Saskatchewan:



The End