Last week it was the washrooms aboard MV Quinsam being closed, following the apparent failure of the sewage disposal system installed just a few months ago during the first part of the vessel's mid-life refit.
Yesterday, BC Ferries announced reduced capacity on its Tsawwassen-Swartz Bay route starting 13 October, while the giant S-Class vessel Spirit of British Columbia (410 cars, 2,100 passengers) is taken out of service for annual maintenance and recertification. In its place the 45-year old Queen of New Westminster will accommodate only 270 cars and 1,300 passengers.
Just as the Thanksgiving weekend gets underway, a generator fire aboard the second S-Class vessel Spirit of Vancouver Island has resulted in the cancellation of 4 out of the 14 round trips today on the busy Tsawwassen-Swartz Bay route. Holders of Assured Loading Tickets on that route today will find that they are not being honoured, meaning that they will have to join the line-up like everyone else. With 1,600 fewer car spaces each way today, that could be a pretty long line.
The ultimate cruise?
Okay, so I don't have time to read the Boston Globe online. But if I hadn't, I could have missed the opportunity of a lifetime. Maybe the final opportunity. Let's see if I can remember the detail - I'll probably get it wrong.
A trans-Atlantic cruise is being offered in April 2012 to mark the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Fred. Olsen's cruise liner "Balmoral" will follow Titanic's wake from Southampton, England on April 8 and arrive at the spot in the North Atlantic where Titanic sank on April 15. Icebergs permitting, a memorial service will be held onboard exactly 100 years after the liner sank, between 11:40 p.m., on April 14, 2012, and 2:20 a.m. on April 15.
Survivors will then head to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where they can visit the three cemeteries where Titanic's victims are buried. With luck, the final stop on the cruise will be New York, Titanic's intended destination.
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The cruise will include menus from the original voyage, a live band offering music and dancing from that era and, for those booking the cheaper inside cabins, the opportunity to watch passengers from suites and balcony staterooms sail away in their lifeboats as the ship goes down.
A trans-Atlantic cruise is being offered in April 2012 to mark the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Fred. Olsen's cruise liner "Balmoral" will follow Titanic's wake from Southampton, England on April 8 and arrive at the spot in the North Atlantic where Titanic sank on April 15. Icebergs permitting, a memorial service will be held onboard exactly 100 years after the liner sank, between 11:40 p.m., on April 14, 2012, and 2:20 a.m. on April 15.
Survivors will then head to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where they can visit the three cemeteries where Titanic's victims are buried. With luck, the final stop on the cruise will be New York, Titanic's intended destination.
The cruise will include menus from the original voyage, a live band offering music and dancing from that era and, for those booking the cheaper inside cabins, the opportunity to watch passengers from suites and balcony staterooms sail away in their lifeboats as the ship goes down. Apparently all lower-grade inside cabins and some suite categories are already sold out. For those of you with an insatiable desire to re-live the tragedy, there's still time to visit http://www.titanicmemorialcruise.co.uk/
Ironically, it was Fred. Olsen's parent company, Harland and Wolff, who built the Titanic.
I feel we should offer a free holiday in Gabriola to the first passenger to swim ashore?
I feel we should offer a free holiday in Gabriola to the first passenger to swim ashore?
Before and after
It's not in my nature to cut down healthy trees, but sometimes it has to be done....
..and the logs will be warming the family next year.
Searching for Halloween
Halloween marks the night the Engineer and I first decided to test the 'relationship' waters (you can read it in July 07 - The First Kiss - I am trying to link it but I haven't quite figured out why it doesn't work yet).
Anyways, it's a special holiday for us.
Every year we try to go as a matching costume. It just never seems to work out. The year after we got together I was a Bollywood star and he was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Last year I was the devil and he was an American (don't ask). So this year, we are really trying to be a co-ordinating couple.
Our initial idea was Buddy Holly and a Poodle girl. Mostly because I want to wear a poodle skirt and he likes Buddy Holly. I didn't say we were original.
I've been trying to get him to lock down this costume idea and actually get it. I realize Halloween is a month away, but I DO NOT want to wait until the last minute. No matter where you are in the world, waiting until the last minute is chaos. In New York, it's anarchy.
I wasn't prepared last year for how seriously this city takes the holiday. There is a massive parade where the costumes are AMAZING. Like just the people watching. In Vancouver, there would be a few amazing costumes. But here? All of them.
There are several Halloween stores, unlike the one on 2nd Avenue that has a bouncer come Halloween, but there is one that is most popular. The weeks leading up to Halloween gets this store busier and busier. To the point where the line-up to get in is over a city block long! GAH!
That is why I want to get the stuff now. I don't like crowds. Plus I don't want to be left with the lame costume of . . . . I don't know what.
Anyways, I convinced the Engineer to go in. I have found a great Cleopatra costume at Target for $30 so I thought he could be Mark Anthony. Or at least get him looking at ideas in the store.
Oh god. You think I have ADD? Get the Engineer in the crazy Halloween store.
I was walking around pointing to all the costumes when I noticed he wasn't with me. I found him in the Ninja section. I pointed out that I suggested he go as a Ninja and he flatly refused. Gazing at the wall of fake swords and knives he says, 'you didn't tell me there were toys'.
Already exasperated, I told him he could be anything he liked if he wanted to play with toys.
Dragging him away from the Ninja, I found a great Mark Anthony costume. He doesn't think people will get it. Also, the Roman helmet didn't fit his big head. I put the Pharoh hat on him. He looked ridiculous.
I continued searching but lost him again. He found a gun.
I suggested a gangster. He told me to stop suggesting things.
I found the poodle skirt. Super cute. But the only 50's options for him were a nerd costume (I pointed out he already has that one. Ha ha ha.), a greaser leather jacket, or a plaid blazer supposedly Buddy Holly. He refused to wear it. He wants a yellow cardigan.
I thought it would be cute if I went as the Statue of Liberty and he went as Uncle Sam. He said he did the American thing last year. Besides, we're in NYC so it would be stupid to be the Statue of Liberty.
Harry Potter? We could be Hermione and Ron? Nope. But he did play with the broom and wand.
I found a really cute Marie Antoinette costume. He said 'bleck' to the matching French King costume. Yes, he actually said 'bleck'.
I put a general's hat on him, he could be George Washington. Again, the hat didn't fit. What is with this guy's head?
Dorothy and the Tin Man? No. Too gay.
Aladdin and Jasmine? He actually liked that one. Too bad the costume for Aladdin was $100. Also, isn't dressing as a Disney princess couple more gay than Wizard of Oz?
I found a lederhosen that he was actually quite into. I could be Gretel. But again, no decision.
I kept looking while he found another sword and gun.
We left with nothing. I know him. He's going to leave it until October 30th. And then he will say, "we should have gone as Buddy Holly and the poodle girl. Why didn't we get the costumes?". You may ask yourself, "why don't you just got get the costume yourself?". Ummm, he's weird when it comes to things like this. He likes to be involved. I just wish he would, you know, get involved.
Anyways, it's a special holiday for us.
Every year we try to go as a matching costume. It just never seems to work out. The year after we got together I was a Bollywood star and he was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Last year I was the devil and he was an American (don't ask). So this year, we are really trying to be a co-ordinating couple.
Our initial idea was Buddy Holly and a Poodle girl. Mostly because I want to wear a poodle skirt and he likes Buddy Holly. I didn't say we were original.
I've been trying to get him to lock down this costume idea and actually get it. I realize Halloween is a month away, but I DO NOT want to wait until the last minute. No matter where you are in the world, waiting until the last minute is chaos. In New York, it's anarchy.
I wasn't prepared last year for how seriously this city takes the holiday. There is a massive parade where the costumes are AMAZING. Like just the people watching. In Vancouver, there would be a few amazing costumes. But here? All of them.
There are several Halloween stores, unlike the one on 2nd Avenue that has a bouncer come Halloween, but there is one that is most popular. The weeks leading up to Halloween gets this store busier and busier. To the point where the line-up to get in is over a city block long! GAH!
That is why I want to get the stuff now. I don't like crowds. Plus I don't want to be left with the lame costume of . . . . I don't know what.
Anyways, I convinced the Engineer to go in. I have found a great Cleopatra costume at Target for $30 so I thought he could be Mark Anthony. Or at least get him looking at ideas in the store.
Oh god. You think I have ADD? Get the Engineer in the crazy Halloween store.
I was walking around pointing to all the costumes when I noticed he wasn't with me. I found him in the Ninja section. I pointed out that I suggested he go as a Ninja and he flatly refused. Gazing at the wall of fake swords and knives he says, 'you didn't tell me there were toys'.
Already exasperated, I told him he could be anything he liked if he wanted to play with toys.
Dragging him away from the Ninja, I found a great Mark Anthony costume. He doesn't think people will get it. Also, the Roman helmet didn't fit his big head. I put the Pharoh hat on him. He looked ridiculous.
I continued searching but lost him again. He found a gun.
I suggested a gangster. He told me to stop suggesting things.
I found the poodle skirt. Super cute. But the only 50's options for him were a nerd costume (I pointed out he already has that one. Ha ha ha.), a greaser leather jacket, or a plaid blazer supposedly Buddy Holly. He refused to wear it. He wants a yellow cardigan.
I thought it would be cute if I went as the Statue of Liberty and he went as Uncle Sam. He said he did the American thing last year. Besides, we're in NYC so it would be stupid to be the Statue of Liberty.
Harry Potter? We could be Hermione and Ron? Nope. But he did play with the broom and wand.
I found a really cute Marie Antoinette costume. He said 'bleck' to the matching French King costume. Yes, he actually said 'bleck'.
I put a general's hat on him, he could be George Washington. Again, the hat didn't fit. What is with this guy's head?
Dorothy and the Tin Man? No. Too gay.
Aladdin and Jasmine? He actually liked that one. Too bad the costume for Aladdin was $100. Also, isn't dressing as a Disney princess couple more gay than Wizard of Oz?
I found a lederhosen that he was actually quite into. I could be Gretel. But again, no decision.
I kept looking while he found another sword and gun.
We left with nothing. I know him. He's going to leave it until October 30th. And then he will say, "we should have gone as Buddy Holly and the poodle girl. Why didn't we get the costumes?". You may ask yourself, "why don't you just got get the costume yourself?". Ummm, he's weird when it comes to things like this. He likes to be involved. I just wish he would, you know, get involved.
My Jenna Crush
One of my favorite shows on television is The Office. The Engineer and I are both equally obsessed with it (our other favs include 30 Rock, Big Bang Theory, and SNL). In fact, the Engineer has oft said, 'what happens when we don't have 'The Office''? Not we as a society, but we as a couple. Our shared love of this show is the only thing holding this relationship together. JJ. We also have waterslides.
Anyways, I love the show. I love the American version more than the British version. Which coming from me, is a lot. I never prefer American over anything British. Except beef.
I love Steve, I love Dwight, I LOVE love love Jim Halpert (he's on my list, not John, but Jim the character) and I love Pam.
aka Jenna Fischer.
I love her for several reasons.
One: she is not the typical Hollywood starlet. She's normal looking and is pretty in a way that your best friend is.
Two: She's actually talented. Yes friends, she got that job on merit, not breast size.
Three: She writes a blog about being Pam where she is completely candid about her struggles to get where she is, about how fun her life is (and how much she appreciates it) and talks about the best bargains she recently picked up. Like $30 jeans? This girl makes a ton of money now, but still gets excited over cheap jeans. LOVE IT.
Four: She worked really hard to get where she is. It took years. It gives me hope.
Five: Her engagement story.
Which is the point of this entry.
The Engineer and I watched her on Jay Leno last night (sorry Canadian friends, I linked the video but it probably won't play in Canada) talk about her recent engagement. It was hilarious.
Firstly, she talked about getting the ring. They had been talking about getting married so decided to 'check out' rings in New York. Jenna fell in love with an antique ring and quickly realized that antiques are one of a kind. Therefore, her bf had to buy it there and then. So she left the store, getting her finger sized on the way out, and pretended to call a friend.
I started to laugh. I looked at the Engineer - see? I'm not the only one who is crazy.
Jay (who is laughing at her) then said, 'so did he ask you when he got out of the store?' Of course not, he waited until they got to Paris. Paris? Did you tell him to do that? Jenna started to laugh. 'Well, I made it seem like a really good idea.'
So it wasn't a surprise then?
Again I looked at the Engineer. He shrugs and admits he knows I am not the only one who is crazy, he just thought I was crazier than most. Jenna proved that I am definitely not crazier than most. I am equal crazy, or less.
Like Jenna and her fiance, we too are going to London next year, it is close to Paris . . . .
Anyways, I thought it was great that some woman admitted on Jay Leno the antics us girls get up to when it comes to getting engaged.
For other Office fans, Jim and Pam are getting married on Thursday. One hour event!!
Anyways, I love the show. I love the American version more than the British version. Which coming from me, is a lot. I never prefer American over anything British. Except beef.
I love Steve, I love Dwight, I LOVE love love Jim Halpert (he's on my list, not John, but Jim the character) and I love Pam.
aka Jenna Fischer.
I love her for several reasons.
One: she is not the typical Hollywood starlet. She's normal looking and is pretty in a way that your best friend is.
Two: She's actually talented. Yes friends, she got that job on merit, not breast size.
Three: She writes a blog about being Pam where she is completely candid about her struggles to get where she is, about how fun her life is (and how much she appreciates it) and talks about the best bargains she recently picked up. Like $30 jeans? This girl makes a ton of money now, but still gets excited over cheap jeans. LOVE IT.
Four: She worked really hard to get where she is. It took years. It gives me hope.
Five: Her engagement story.
Which is the point of this entry.
The Engineer and I watched her on Jay Leno last night (sorry Canadian friends, I linked the video but it probably won't play in Canada) talk about her recent engagement. It was hilarious.
Firstly, she talked about getting the ring. They had been talking about getting married so decided to 'check out' rings in New York. Jenna fell in love with an antique ring and quickly realized that antiques are one of a kind. Therefore, her bf had to buy it there and then. So she left the store, getting her finger sized on the way out, and pretended to call a friend.
I started to laugh. I looked at the Engineer - see? I'm not the only one who is crazy.
Jay (who is laughing at her) then said, 'so did he ask you when he got out of the store?' Of course not, he waited until they got to Paris. Paris? Did you tell him to do that? Jenna started to laugh. 'Well, I made it seem like a really good idea.'
So it wasn't a surprise then?
Again I looked at the Engineer. He shrugs and admits he knows I am not the only one who is crazy, he just thought I was crazier than most. Jenna proved that I am definitely not crazier than most. I am equal crazy, or less.
Like Jenna and her fiance, we too are going to London next year, it is close to Paris . . . .
Anyways, I thought it was great that some woman admitted on Jay Leno the antics us girls get up to when it comes to getting engaged.
For other Office fans, Jim and Pam are getting married on Thursday. One hour event!!
Trains, Planes and Automobile - but no bus
Long distance travel either works, or it doesn't. It only takes one slip up to throw the whole journey into disarray. Delays, queues, missed connections or just bad weather. They can all turn an adventure into a mysery. This morning, the air traffic control computer at Prestwick, Scotland, broke down and grounded all transatlatic flights from the UK. But that was today, and by the time that chip got fried I was catching up on my sleep back here in Gabriola.
My journey from home to home (Aylesbury, UK to Gabriola, BC) actually went remarkably well - despite learning 24 hours before departure that Pacific Coachlines had suspended the direct coach between Vancouver Airport and Nanaimo from this week because of poor usage. Plan B was now required.
The plan was to travel by train to Gatwick Airport; fly with Thomas Cook to Vancouver and get to Gabriola before the gate closed at 11pm.
Stage 1 : train from Aylesbury. Must check that Leaf Fall hasn't started, as trains all leave 3 minutes earlier for 3 months of the year, just inviting you to miss them. No, leaf fall starts Sunday 4th October, so the 07.15 train will indeed leave at 07.15. Next week it will be 07.12! The wheels under my luggage hold out all the way to the station this time. Good omen.
Stage 2 : Across rush hour London. "There is a good service on all London Underground lines" says the PA system. And there was. Train at the platform when I get there; another just pulling in at my interchange point half way to Victoria. If only the underground wasn't underground, I wouldn't have had to carry the luggage up so many stairs.
Stage 3 : My journey planner had told me to catch Gatwick Express at 09.00 from Victoria. I was there in time to buy a coffee and catch the 08.45 with ease. Great service, pity about the smell from the toilets on the train.
Stage 4 : possibly the most tedious. The last time I flew out of Gatwick with Thomas Cook, the queue for check-in went halfway round the departure hall. "They only paid for 4 desks" said Servisair's ever-patient floorwalker. This time, the same 4 desks - plus two check-in clerks working the queue to pre-scan the passports. As I get to the front of the line, 4 more desks are opening and my luggage disappears down the belt in less than 10 minutes. Security takes just 5 minutes - and, for their own comfort, they decide I don't need to take my boots off today. Plenty of time for elevenses, as well as a browse through duty free.
Stage 5 : Flight had arrived an hour early this morning, so boarding starts promptly and we're off in good time. Captain warns of strong headwinds, so expect to arrive Vancouver 20 minutes late. Oh well, let's hope the food is good. Actually is was good - both meals were hot, tasty and recognisable - always a bonus with airline catering. I choose not to pay £2.50 for a headset, and instead try and recover my beauty sleep. Yes, I know it will take more than 10 hours to recover my beauty, but at least I can catch up on some sleep. Touch down at YVR is just 16 minutes behind schedule. Almost before we can undo seatbelts, the luggage is being unloaded. Could this be a good sign?
Stage 6 : The immigration hall is strangely empty. There are new self-service desks for Canadian Citizens, which have the same effect as they do in the supermarkets. Anyone over 55 walks straight past them and joins the queue! It's looking good. Flight TCX84 is the first international arrival for 40 minutes and we've slipped in just ahead of a flight from China and another from the US. Immigration complete in little over 5 minutes. Match that, Seattle! Baggage is already on Carousel 23 and on the second circuit I have my bag. Touch down 14:56; leave terminal at 15:25. Is that a record?
Stage 7 : A check online last night confirmed all seaplanes from YVR were fully booked Friday afternoon, but the word from England is that there are still some spare seats on flights from Vancouver Harbour. A chance to sample the new Canada Line! If I work this right, my $3.50 ticket will be valid for long enough to get to the Harbour, check the flights and (if all else fails) catch the bus from downtown to Horseshoe Bay. Canada Line train in 4 minutes; ticket machines working well (unlike earlier in the day when they had failed apparently). I forget to validate my ticket as I board. Oh well, never mind, I can do it next time! As the Canada Line train whisks me through the suburbs, I ponder why they thought it necessary to build an escape walkway alongside the whole line. Do they expect that many train failures?
Stage 8 - A brisk walk from Waterfront station through Canada Place to the harbour. God, this case is noisy when you're wheeling it over decorative block paving! It's 1 hour 15 minutes after touchdown at YVR and I'm checking it with West Coast Air in downtown Vancouver! I'm in luck. There's one more seat on the 16:30 flight to Nanaimo, and despite the look of distain from the pilot as he eyes my 20kg bag, within a few minutes we're boarding the 6-seater DeHavilland Beaver. Yes, my bag is in the hold, not in the harbour. That's ok then. Wisely, our pilot let's the 16:30 to Victoria take off first (2 engines, lots of spray and much faster...) and we're away. Should have brought my earplugs. Unlike Tofino Air, WestCoast don't issue ear defenders on board their Beavers.
Stage 9 - MV Quinsam is just leaving Nanaimo as we touch down, so I have an hour to replenish my caffeine levels and check out the next stage of the journey. I opt for a taxi home from the ferry, so as not to disturb the cousins from their evening meals. A quick phone call and that's arranged. Gabriola's one Taxi will be there. Quinsam docks a little behind schedule, resplendent with Portaloo cabins at either end of the car deck. Acknowledgement to the fact that their plumbing and disposal arrangements are not what they should be. Oh well, the Bowen Queen arrives in 2 weeks so I expect we shall survive until then.
Stage 10 - Taxi is waiting and by 18:30 I'm in the house. That's 19 hours 30 minutes door to door, and the sun's still shining! A quick run back to the shops and I can have milk in my coffee. Now what's happened to my car keys?
My journey from home to home (Aylesbury, UK to Gabriola, BC) actually went remarkably well - despite learning 24 hours before departure that Pacific Coachlines had suspended the direct coach between Vancouver Airport and Nanaimo from this week because of poor usage. Plan B was now required.
The plan was to travel by train to Gatwick Airport; fly with Thomas Cook to Vancouver and get to Gabriola before the gate closed at 11pm.
Stage 1 : train from Aylesbury. Must check that Leaf Fall hasn't started, as trains all leave 3 minutes earlier for 3 months of the year, just inviting you to miss them. No, leaf fall starts Sunday 4th October, so the 07.15 train will indeed leave at 07.15. Next week it will be 07.12! The wheels under my luggage hold out all the way to the station this time. Good omen.
Stage 2 : Across rush hour London. "There is a good service on all London Underground lines" says the PA system. And there was. Train at the platform when I get there; another just pulling in at my interchange point half way to Victoria. If only the underground wasn't underground, I wouldn't have had to carry the luggage up so many stairs.
Stage 3 : My journey planner had told me to catch Gatwick Express at 09.00 from Victoria. I was there in time to buy a coffee and catch the 08.45 with ease. Great service, pity about the smell from the toilets on the train.
Stage 4 : possibly the most tedious. The last time I flew out of Gatwick with Thomas Cook, the queue for check-in went halfway round the departure hall. "They only paid for 4 desks" said Servisair's ever-patient floorwalker. This time, the same 4 desks - plus two check-in clerks working the queue to pre-scan the passports. As I get to the front of the line, 4 more desks are opening and my luggage disappears down the belt in less than 10 minutes. Security takes just 5 minutes - and, for their own comfort, they decide I don't need to take my boots off today. Plenty of time for elevenses, as well as a browse through duty free.
Stage 5 : Flight had arrived an hour early this morning, so boarding starts promptly and we're off in good time. Captain warns of strong headwinds, so expect to arrive Vancouver 20 minutes late. Oh well, let's hope the food is good. Actually is was good - both meals were hot, tasty and recognisable - always a bonus with airline catering. I choose not to pay £2.50 for a headset, and instead try and recover my beauty sleep. Yes, I know it will take more than 10 hours to recover my beauty, but at least I can catch up on some sleep. Touch down at YVR is just 16 minutes behind schedule. Almost before we can undo seatbelts, the luggage is being unloaded. Could this be a good sign?
Stage 6 : The immigration hall is strangely empty. There are new self-service desks for Canadian Citizens, which have the same effect as they do in the supermarkets. Anyone over 55 walks straight past them and joins the queue! It's looking good. Flight TCX84 is the first international arrival for 40 minutes and we've slipped in just ahead of a flight from China and another from the US. Immigration complete in little over 5 minutes. Match that, Seattle! Baggage is already on Carousel 23 and on the second circuit I have my bag. Touch down 14:56; leave terminal at 15:25. Is that a record?
Stage 7 : A check online last night confirmed all seaplanes from YVR were fully booked Friday afternoon, but the word from England is that there are still some spare seats on flights from Vancouver Harbour. A chance to sample the new Canada Line! If I work this right, my $3.50 ticket will be valid for long enough to get to the Harbour, check the flights and (if all else fails) catch the bus from downtown to Horseshoe Bay. Canada Line train in 4 minutes; ticket machines working well (unlike earlier in the day when they had failed apparently). I forget to validate my ticket as I board. Oh well, never mind, I can do it next time! As the Canada Line train whisks me through the suburbs, I ponder why they thought it necessary to build an escape walkway alongside the whole line. Do they expect that many train failures?
Stage 8 - A brisk walk from Waterfront station through Canada Place to the harbour. God, this case is noisy when you're wheeling it over decorative block paving! It's 1 hour 15 minutes after touchdown at YVR and I'm checking it with West Coast Air in downtown Vancouver! I'm in luck. There's one more seat on the 16:30 flight to Nanaimo, and despite the look of distain from the pilot as he eyes my 20kg bag, within a few minutes we're boarding the 6-seater DeHavilland Beaver. Yes, my bag is in the hold, not in the harbour. That's ok then. Wisely, our pilot let's the 16:30 to Victoria take off first (2 engines, lots of spray and much faster...) and we're away. Should have brought my earplugs. Unlike Tofino Air, WestCoast don't issue ear defenders on board their Beavers.
Stage 9 - MV Quinsam is just leaving Nanaimo as we touch down, so I have an hour to replenish my caffeine levels and check out the next stage of the journey. I opt for a taxi home from the ferry, so as not to disturb the cousins from their evening meals. A quick phone call and that's arranged. Gabriola's one Taxi will be there. Quinsam docks a little behind schedule, resplendent with Portaloo cabins at either end of the car deck. Acknowledgement to the fact that their plumbing and disposal arrangements are not what they should be. Oh well, the Bowen Queen arrives in 2 weeks so I expect we shall survive until then.
Stage 10 - Taxi is waiting and by 18:30 I'm in the house. That's 19 hours 30 minutes door to door, and the sun's still shining! A quick run back to the shops and I can have milk in my coffee. Now what's happened to my car keys?
Bollywood Bridesmaid Part Three
Basement Decorated. Check.
Henna done. Check.
Food ready. Check.
Tall blonde girl dressed in Indian clothes to fit in better. Check.
Ready for party number one.
On the first night, all the bride's family comes over. As well as the groom's if I recall - but they are a bit . . . what's the word? Party Poopery. So they only came over for a bit. Also, BB's family is Sikh and groom is Hindu, so slight cultural clash.
Anyways, the whole family comes over.
Besides feeding BB when her henna was being done, my other mission was to help the guys go buy the alcohol. Okay, fine, I sort of made it my mission. Part of me wanted to return to the liquor store of my youth, because now I was legal. The other part was in search of pink champagne.
I learned an interesting thing: Indian men are allowed to drink and it's no problem. Us girls had to be a bit more sly. Too bad sly is not my thing. I kept refilling BB's small glass with the champagne bottle hidden under my tunic.
The woman all sang in a corner. I asked what they were singing. Apparently, they sing songs lamenting the loss of a daughter. Hmmm, uplifting.
They gossiped and chatted. The men upstairs BBQ'd and drank vodka.
Then the food was served. AT ELEVEN! I had already sort of stuffed myself with small appetizers and more Indian sweets but the smell of the curries was just too darn good. That is when the two parties joined as one. Oh the bond of butter chicken is so strong.
And then we danced. Good thing I had been taking my Bollywood dance classes to prepare for this moment. Unfortunately, my retention of dance is very small and I could only remember two moves. However, it was still impressive to all the aunties that the tall white girl was so enthusiastic about dancing. Note in the picture how badly I stand out. I was literally a foot taller than most of the women. So there we all were, the women singing, dancing and clapping - walking around in a circle. The other bridesmaid who was white and me were so amazed at the colour and the tradition that this wedding had so far.
The men came down to join in the fun. BB's cousin right off the boat from India (her words, not mine) was VERY excited to dance. In fact, he kept making grunting noises and then doing push-ups. Well, I love a challenge. So I matched his grunting noises and did as many push-ups as he did. Hmmm, I just realized he hadn't actually challenged me. However, this was received with much laughter and applause. 'Oh you silly blonde girl' is what I suspect was the feeling in the room.
Anyways, we danced late into the night and then party number one was over. The groom was not at this party - I think they had a groom's party somewhere else. It's all very separate. Except with me, I like to bridge gaps. I was the only party go-er who kept bouncing from the ladies basement to the backyard.
Well to be fair, it's where the pink champagne was being kept.
Bollywood Bridesmaid Part Two
Okay, I realize part two is very far away from part one. In fact, the wedding happened over a year ago. But now that I am retired, I have to drag out these wedding stories . . . .
So where were we? Oh yes, I had just had my leggings/tunic made larger (always humiliating) with my dad who had to pull the too-small garments off of me with his eyes closed.
Fast forward to arriving in Winnipeg for the event. The FOUR day event! We whities totally do it wrong. I am all about the four-day party.
Anyways, the bride picked me up at the airport (this is what I love about this friend, we rarely see each other and in this case I think we hadn't seen each other for three years but it felt like we were kids again) and whisked me right to her house and put me to work. HA! I definitely earned my keep on this one!
The family of the bride (and the groom) spend much time in the home of the bride's family. So Miss Bollywood Bride - to be known as BB from here on in - had hung saris from the ceiling and placed lanterns everywhere. The effect was incredible, as if we were being transported into Aladdin's cave. BB told me Aladdin wasn't Indian. Whatever.
Okay, so we spent the first night stuffing things with Indian sweets. I got into trouble because I kept eating, instead of stuffing. To be technical, I was stuffing, just not the little boxes.
I also ate chicken curry and chicken wings and some samosas.
BB's mom was pleased to see that my appetite was still as big as it had been when I was a kid. Great. I'm glad that I will forever be remembered as a piglet.
Anyhoo, the next day was henna day in preparation of party number one. We eagerly awaited the henna lady - which is quite the trade if you ask me, I am fairly certain BB spent upwards of $700 for the day - who arrived all dressed to the nines in her glorious sari, with bindi and bangles.
Did I mention she was white?
Ummmmmm.
White lady who was born wrong colour worked on BB for FIVE hours. FIVE! GAH! I fed BB when she was getting her arms done in the most elaborate and beautiful pattern. Henna lady kept going on about all the Indian festivals, the latest Bollywood movie, her favorite star, being Hindu, and the best Indian music. She even talked about her own Bollywood wedding. I was confused. So was BB who kept glancing at me. I thought perhaps Henna lady had that Michael Jackson skin condition that turned her skin white? BB's dad has it, it's entirely possible.
But no, she was white. Her husband was white.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all for taking on other cultures. I mean I take Bollywood dancing my self, Jai Ho is playing on my iTunes right now, I love butter chicken like the next Indian. But there is a line between appreciating a culture and pretending you are that culture. As much as you want to, you sort of . . . can't.
I once made the mistake of saying I want a Chinese name in front of Engineer's parents. When I left they were concerned. They wondered if I thought I was Chinese? I also can't say 'Oy Vey' in Williamsburg or at the Pickle Guys. The Jewish people will take offense. Trust me. No matter how good your intentions are and how much you love another culture, the culture itself won't let you in. They'll love if you participate and learn about them, but try to join them and it's sort of offensive. It sounds ridiculous when my dad says 'ta' (the Brit way of saying 'thank you'), the Engineer can't wear a kilt and learn the highland dance (actually he probably could). Japanese people loved it when I put a kimono on, but if I actually wanted to wear it in a serious way, and not for their amusement, it was a no-no. Besides, kimonos look best on Japanese women. Kilts look best on Scotsmen. Saris look best on Indians - just look at me compared to BB.
Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am in a way. But Henna Lady was very odd. BB almost wanted to point out that she was white. Had she looked in a mirror? Plus BB doesn't really like people talking to her. And this lady didn't shut up. So I fed BB galabjamuns and tea while we put Oprah on trying to drown the chit chatter of Henna Lady.
She sure rocked the henna though.
So where were we? Oh yes, I had just had my leggings/tunic made larger (always humiliating) with my dad who had to pull the too-small garments off of me with his eyes closed.
Fast forward to arriving in Winnipeg for the event. The FOUR day event! We whities totally do it wrong. I am all about the four-day party.
Anyways, the bride picked me up at the airport (this is what I love about this friend, we rarely see each other and in this case I think we hadn't seen each other for three years but it felt like we were kids again) and whisked me right to her house and put me to work. HA! I definitely earned my keep on this one!
The family of the bride (and the groom) spend much time in the home of the bride's family. So Miss Bollywood Bride - to be known as BB from here on in - had hung saris from the ceiling and placed lanterns everywhere. The effect was incredible, as if we were being transported into Aladdin's cave. BB told me Aladdin wasn't Indian. Whatever.
Okay, so we spent the first night stuffing things with Indian sweets. I got into trouble because I kept eating, instead of stuffing. To be technical, I was stuffing, just not the little boxes.
I also ate chicken curry and chicken wings and some samosas.
BB's mom was pleased to see that my appetite was still as big as it had been when I was a kid. Great. I'm glad that I will forever be remembered as a piglet.
Anyhoo, the next day was henna day in preparation of party number one. We eagerly awaited the henna lady - which is quite the trade if you ask me, I am fairly certain BB spent upwards of $700 for the day - who arrived all dressed to the nines in her glorious sari, with bindi and bangles.
Ummmmmm.
White lady who was born wrong colour worked on BB for FIVE hours. FIVE! GAH! I fed BB when she was getting her arms done in the most elaborate and beautiful pattern. Henna lady kept going on about all the Indian festivals, the latest Bollywood movie, her favorite star, being Hindu, and the best Indian music. She even talked about her own Bollywood wedding. I was confused. So was BB who kept glancing at me. I thought perhaps Henna lady had that Michael Jackson skin condition that turned her skin white? BB's dad has it, it's entirely possible.
But no, she was white. Her husband was white.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all for taking on other cultures. I mean I take Bollywood dancing my self, Jai Ho is playing on my iTunes right now, I love butter chicken like the next Indian. But there is a line between appreciating a culture and pretending you are that culture. As much as you want to, you sort of . . . can't.
I once made the mistake of saying I want a Chinese name in front of Engineer's parents. When I left they were concerned. They wondered if I thought I was Chinese? I also can't say 'Oy Vey' in Williamsburg or at the Pickle Guys. The Jewish people will take offense. Trust me. No matter how good your intentions are and how much you love another culture, the culture itself won't let you in. They'll love if you participate and learn about them, but try to join them and it's sort of offensive. It sounds ridiculous when my dad says 'ta' (the Brit way of saying 'thank you'), the Engineer can't wear a kilt and learn the highland dance (actually he probably could). Japanese people loved it when I put a kimono on, but if I actually wanted to wear it in a serious way, and not for their amusement, it was a no-no. Besides, kimonos look best on Japanese women. Kilts look best on Scotsmen. Saris look best on Indians - just look at me compared to BB.
Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am in a way. But Henna Lady was very odd. BB almost wanted to point out that she was white. Had she looked in a mirror? Plus BB doesn't really like people talking to her. And this lady didn't shut up. So I fed BB galabjamuns and tea while we put Oprah on trying to drown the chit chatter of Henna Lady.
She sure rocked the henna though.
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