Fa la la la la, la la la la.
My best friend got married last weekend and I got to fly up to Calgary for the festivities (poor Jamsie couldn’t come because he can’t leave the country, perhaps more on that later).
I’d never been to Canada before and needless to say, the penny candies, vintage dress shops, and amount of times I heard the word “eh?” in five minutes made me want to apply for citizenship.
Prepare yourselves for a Canadian photo montage of a weekend with little sleep, beautiful women, and too much sugar:
Some spending money, curtesy of Mama Layton.
We were picked up in a black limo–Maybe this is why I enjoyed Canada so much?
Introducing my best friend, the bride: Tyson–you’re one lucky gentleman.
Steph had to take a photo of me holding a child because it was such an anomale. Don’t worry folks, it was returned to its mother shortly.
Yes, those are pharaoh’s on the wall, yes we are in bathrobes at an egyptian spa run by Ukranians–in Canada.
This restaurant was so charming with its exposed brick walls, wine bottle chandeliers, and to-die-for bruschetta.
More photos of the actual festivities to come. Thanks for getting married in a land far far away, Steph. I hope you guys had a blast in Me-hi-co!