The Fun Patrol

The fun patrol has been in full swing. Here’s the run down.

The walk in PR was a raging success. Although I was not able to be there in person due to a prior commitment to host another CF fundraiser in Vancouver (stay tuned for quiz night), a lot of money was raised to fight CF and everyone I have spoken to said they had a great time. Thank you so much to all of the businesses and volunteers who helped Terri and I pull it off. It warms my heart to know that people care so much.

Quiz night was also went off seamlessly. That said, the win was contentious. The “Tinkerbells” took the trophy by half a point and weren’t shy in the slightest as they openly embraced their success:

King Kayliegh was honored to take home the team trophy and happy to rub her team’s half point victory in the other teams’ faces. She was also quick to peel out and flee the scene when April decided to chase her down the street in a vain attempt to snatch the award, which she felt quite strongly rightfully belonged to her own team. I stand by my original ruling.

The following day, we had our own low-key walk with the fam, Leslie, and of course, the original Tinkerbell:

From there, I headed north to have a lightening visit with the Sandman and spend a few days in Clearwater. The nieces and nephews were more than impressed with Grandpa and Grandma’s new wheels:

Also included was a trip to Barrier to watch Keltie play ball, a trip to Kamloops for some shopping with Poppa Randy and Shirley, and a movie night with Yaya. In fact, I hardly spent any time in Clearwater at all. That said, some time is better than no time.

Next, I headed to the village of Clinton, where my friends Roy and Rachel were getting married. This is the view from the cabin I stayed in:

Yep, we were in the middle of nowhere. Strangely enough, I’ve been there before. Years ago, Joey and I blazed through Clinton on our way home, but felt compelled to pull over and take a picture of our heads over wooden cut outs of a cowboy and a pink dress that was set up to attract tourists. Guess who was the cowboy and who was the lady in the pink dress. Sadly, the wooden cut outs had been removed upon my return, but I was able to force Sam to take a photo of me standing on the same porch below the same sign:

The bottle of gin in the paper bag is a classy touch. When in Clinton…

And now for some wedding shots.

Sister of the groom:

Mother of the groom and I with our fancy purses:

Jill and Michael:

The lucky soon-to-be husband:

Stephanie (AKA: Kimberly’s doppelganger) and I:

Not kidding in the slightest. Check this out:

I knew there was a reason I felt so comfortable with you! You are the taller version of one of my best friends!

And finally, the wedding that went off without a hitch:

(except for the fact that the marriage commissioner was unable to make it because she got stuck behind a semi that caught fire and the happy couple had to be married by one of their “fat ginger” friends. I’m not making this up; the papers still hadn’t been signed when I left yesterday. As far as I know they aren’t legally married. Disappointing for them, but it makes for excellent blogging material).

The “groom” and I:

Scenic shot:

Brother of the bride:

Roy and Brendan, AKA: the wanna be groomsman:

In fact, he was probably the one who started the truck fire so that he could sub in. “If Matt has to stand in as the marriage commissioner, I can usurp his place in the wedding party and claim it for my own!” In all honesty, it was a coincidence. I just like to bug people who are insecure.

The bride and I:

Isn’t she lovely?

So after a night of much dancing and celebrating, we had a few more wiggles the following day:

And then I hit the road again. The drive back down to the coast was beautiful:

I was also delighted to discover that they apparently have unicorns around these parts:

Although I wasn’t lucky enough to see one for myself.

Eventually, I arrived in Squamish for the white trash barbeque and to reunite with my own doppelganger from Toronto and her son Samuel:

It’s going to be another fun week. Can’t wait to spread the insanity around Powell River.

Not a bad rebound, huh?