Posts Tagged ‘Wedding’

August, September & October 2015: A couch, a turkey and a wedding

February 18, 2016

In August, Roisin and I started what is essentially a lesbian promotions company called Schecter. (Insert nod to L Word-watching lesbians here.) So we started a monthly queer dance party called Saturday Night Beaver.

We wanted there to be loads of wee nuggets for our patrons. We put videos on the screens at the bar celebrating lesbian pop culture and chose some djs who we thought would understand our audience. And it wasn’t bad. We threw the first one during pride week and it was actually quite good.

The Windsor Star
interviewed us – you can check that out here.

I think we decided that if we were going to be in Windsor for a while we might as well make the best of it. So we started filling some gaps. As Windsor doesn’t really have a designated “lesbian hangout” – we made one.

Once we’d managed to pay off pretty much all of our debt we also decided to make ourselves comfortable, so we purchased a couch. A nice mid-century-lookin’ gray adult couch with wooden legs. We adulted. And time just kept sweeping by.

I had to laugh, in September Scott Moffatt came to town. As a Hanson-loving teen, the Moffatts were also on my playlist. It was a strange experience watching this isolated member messing around with synths. Weird, weird, weird. Also – thank god for the internet and the maturing of my musical palette.

I also designed and mailed out our Save the Dates. This weddang is gettin’ real.

Roisin and I also took on a turkey. We cooked it on our own as well as all the trimmings. No one died, we’re still together. I was well impressed.

Then, mid October, my sister got hitched at a private ceremony. It was pretty quick but her and her dude decided it was time and they did it their way. It was a lovely ceremony, a delicious meal and a superb celebration.

I continued with my two-job shuffle, Roisin continued to work full time at Villains … lather, rinse, repeat.

It was around this time that our itchy feet started to get pretty bad. This period of time was likely the beginning of the end. I think over the summer we could have clawed things back. But I’m pretty sure over the fall we started silently coming to terms with the idea that Windsor was a faux pas. That we’d done it again.

One saving grace was that we got new neighbours- and they’re AMAZING! They’re a lovely married couple from Hamilton and they love cats and they love music and teen movies and they’re not loud and they don’t mind lesbians and it’s so nice to feel safe in our home.

This is our neighbour Alex at Halloween:


March & April 2015: Coasting, neighbours who are scum, weddang-prep gets real

June 17, 2015

I honestly think that to a degree I spent a pretty good portion of March annoyed at Canada and annoyed at Windsor.

While some things were working out, like Roisin’s job – other things not so much. The biggest problem being our neighbours.

From the moment we moved into our flat we knew that they were total psychos. This couple’s arguments were super aggressive and numerous. And the various descriptors they used for each other were hella colourful. One night when I heard the chick screaming for him not to touch her, I called the police – to hear him later that evening accusing her of making the call, resulting in another massive argument. Oi. You can’t win eh?

He slammed their door with such force that he broke the dead bolt lock, they never cleaned up after their animals – the smell was so bad they almost got evicted for it, their cat shat in front of our door, we’d frequently see him wandering around naked… and then they started shouting “faggots! faggots! faggots!” along to Lady Gaga tunes…

One night after Roisin knocked on the wall when they were playing super loud music past midnight, she heard them say “it’s those faggots next door” – which prompted her to knock on their door and tell him never to call us that again which turned into him eventually saying “I hate gay people,” that it’s “against his religion” etc. etc.

This whole shitshow resulted in us filing complaints across the board and having the bloody longest and (at times) super unreasonable dialogue with our landlord. I can’t believe how difficult it was to get them to agree to break our lease on the basis that we no longer felt safe in our own home. My favourite part of the whole thing was when I received a heated email from the letting agency’s owner clarifying that she is “28 years old and a graduate from the University of Windsor” … so? Some of your tenants are harassing your other tenants in a hate-crimey way. Sort it.

All of this for them to be evicted at the end of April… so we stuck around. Mind you, I think our letting agency is ridddled with some of the most incompetent arseholes I’ve ever met. It’s kind of impressive.

Bah. And I guess in general I was just starting to get simultaneously annoyed with the transit system.
It was really bothering me how Canadians seem to just accept two weeks vacation (10 fucking days a year) because “that’s just how it is.”
I wasn’t entirely happy with my own gig – I hate how a full-time job, Monday-Friday with a salary and benefits seems to be going extinct. Grump, grump, grump.

It also didn’t help that our building’s boiler was so fucked that we only had heat for about a week in March. A record-breaking, cold month of March for Windsor.


So it goes.

We kept ourselves busy with Roisin’s monthly Chan Bangs, our pal Bronwen took us to a Pistons game which was a sensory overload + all the food. We got a fancypants kitchen table for cheaps, Roisin turned 24 and we had an exceptional party at our pal Naomi’s who went all out and acquired fancy balloons and decor.

Naomi and I also went to see Belle & Sebastian in early April. Roisin’s pal Stina is in this outstanding band called Honeyblood and they were opening for them in Royal Oak and she put Roisin on the guest list. As Roisin had to work, Naomi and I went together and did all the swooning. They’re honestly incredible. Belle & Sebastian of course are legendary but I left there bloody wow’d by Honeyblood. If you hear about them playing anywhere near you go check them out! Go! Go! Go!

We also started to get things rollin’ wedding-wise. We got our preferred date at our venue back in January: September 10th, 2016. We’re getting hitched at the Ball’s Falls Conservation Area – in their old barn. Yes, the lesbians getting married at Ball’s Falls.

So in early April we took a trip with my folks out to Niagara to check it out and take some photos. We also met with our catering company who I’m extremely stoked about. They do everything – they honestly have us covered for the whole bloody day. We also met with our videographer Adam from Captivate Bridal.

We found our photographer by fluke. I was google image searching “ball’s falls wedding” and this one picture turned up and it was from Jennifer Moher’s website. She’s so bloody talented. I’ve always preferred candid shots to posed… she’s our one sincere indulgence in this whole planning process. I really urge you to check out her portfolio. So good. So excited.

Here be some photos of the ol’ Ball’s Fall (minus the falls themselves cause it was hella muddy)

And things continued to roll along…


June & July 2014: Sad and Happy Times

October 20, 2014

So after months of deliberation, we still couldn’t quite sort out what we were going to do. Niagara/Hamilton still had so much appeal due to low housing costs, proximity to Toronto and some fantastic friends … and wine. Toronto itself still felt a bit too expensive and in the long term would mean that saving for things like a house or holidays would be a tad trickier, although job prospects were likely to pay much higher. Blurg.

Then my parents suggested they come get us and at least bring us to Ontario to get us that much closer to actually making a choice. My job hunting from Montreal in the hopes that employment would guide us was not proving fruitful and we really did need to shit or get off the pot.

So we moved. And as we were moving I got the terrible news about my friend Awn which I’ve mentioned in a previous post. And being close to family and old friends seemed like a pretty good idea.

I loved my job at Cult. I felt so proud of the work I was doing and being self-employed was lovely. But Montreal wasn’t right for us on so many levels. It’s an incredible and vibrant city. But it was a heart vs. a head thing and it just never felt like home. There was no sense of permanence and I think you’ve got to listen to those cues.

I think to say that the past few months have been a struggle would be a bit of an understatement but I also feel like I’ve had to tackle worse things. The trip back to Essex County to live with my parents came with a sense of relief because we were actually moving … towards something. My parents generosity was really incredible as we’d likely still be hemmin’ and hawwin’ in Montreal pondering whether to sell everything we owned in order to start over or abuse our friendships in order to make our way to Ontario. But it was also sad. Because I wasn’t going to be the *Assistant Editor* of a culture paper. I was back to square one. Again.

We weren’t even back in the province for a week when we made arrangements to get ourselves to Toronto to head to Awn’s Celebration of Life. I found comfort in cozy things like hot dog stands and the Danforth but the weeks following were pretty much a blur of tying things up with the paper, frustrating job hunting and learning a tune for a much happier occasion, my pal Ryan’s wedding.

We were super chuffed to be asked to sing during their ceremony. Together we chose this tune:

But then we sang it like these ladies:

The ceremony was beautiful, the whole weekend actually was incredible. Ryan is one of my oldest pals. We met in the time of ICQ, via the internets, so to see how far we’ve come and to have a few moments to celebrate was sorely needed and an absolute treat. I’ve loved getting to know his wife Val and all her pals at the wedding were hella awesome. All the photos of the wedding were taken by the talented Juliette Capdevielle (including the one where I was enjoying the joys of tobacco (sorry mum!)) – you should probably go and like her page. Maybe she could capture your special day hmm?

So after a ride on the emo rollercoaster, we decided to have a holiday and join my parents up north in Sauble Beach for a week, where a) we chilled the fuck out and b) decided to make some decisions. And this was where we decided to give Windsor a bash.

We figured: Job hunting sucks everywhere at the moment. Windsor is close to family removing costs for planes, trains, buses for special events like Christmas and allowing for many more fam jams. Houses are all kinds of cheap in Windsor so our future goals are actually at our fingertips. Windsor is right next to Detroit so we won’t miss out on sweet concerts/tours and it’s on the same latitude line as northern California so it’s hella warm compared to pretty much the rest of Canada. Lots of wineries live here and a surprising amount of cute independent businesses. WHY NOT?

So refreshed, we started flat hunting and decided to put the cart before the horse and head out to Windsor, move in and then search for employment while residing in our new home. So much more about this move in my next post.

Roisin’s mum also turned 50 in July so we made her a video. I spared you the French Happy Birthday singin’ and such. But in case you’d find it amusing, enjoy:

So much more later…