Got my Hair done, and my make up did, and I feel like a real-fake bride.
The bridal party and I jumped into our Bright Pink, Slice Network Branded stretch SUV limo and were on the streets at full force at approximately 8am. And by 9am I've already run into 3 people I know....of course assuring them that I'm not actually getting married on a monday morning...the dancing around like a maniac to Donna Summers "Last Dance" in the middle of Bloor and Yonge, however, was a little harder to justify.
After about 3 solid high energy hours of chasing after runners, dog walkers and commuters alike in order to get pics to upload to the slice facebook page (not to mention handing out complimentary wedding bubbles to passerby) we decided to take a romantic lunch break at none other than Quiznos. In a more intimate setting (yes I just refered to a fast food restaurant as intimate), it's easier to FEEL the awkward gazes of "is this bride ACTUALLY eating at a Quiznos right now?!" I kind of felt like Lindsay Lohan giving a "shoot for the stars" inspirational speech at a Jehovah's Witness Bible study class.
Next up we ventured to Nathan Philips Square, where we ran into some delightful tourists from China...but as it turned out they weren't just any tourists from China. No. This flock of well dressed Chinese men were in fact Chinese Police men who proceded to take about 38 photos with us, only to disappear for 2 minutes and resurface with gifts from the Chinese Police Academy.
Thoughts running through my head at this point consist of; "I get presents even for my FAKE wedding?!" as well as "I think this definitiely counts as blasphemy...these poor police officers think I'm actually getting married and I don't have the heart (or the conversationl use of Mandarin) to say 'I can't possibly accept these beautifully wrapped neck ties and lapel pins from the CPA, because I'm not actually getting married today."
Something tells me this is the kind of thing that reaaaaaally pisses Jesus off. (If not the fake wedding then the LYING about the fake wedding to foreigners)
Luckily this was all very nicely documented (and even blogged about, no less) by my friend and fellow blogger, Ms. Jessica Napier (insert shameless plug HERE: http://shesaidshesaidblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-wedding.html ) Jess followed us around and captured a few choice images of us gallavanting around town.
Then next exhilerating part of the day happened at Union Station. My slightly burnt out but still relatively energetic bridal team and I were dancing around, handing out our promotional materials and all of a sudden I experienced some kind of spine tingling, bridal sixth sense-ation. I spun around slowly...And we locked gazes. ...The only word I can use to describe the sight is: "breathtaking". Tall, robust, pepper-haired, and a face full of stuble, this bride was wearing some kind of dollar store wedding dress and was SURROUNDED by red-jersied rugby players from the UK. 
You can imagine my excitment when upon running over to ask for a picture, I was recieved with a warm bachelor party welcome complete with some kind of jovial cheer, after which my groom and I were hoisted into the air. *Sigh*, just like a real wedding. My eight day wedding could've ended right then and there and I would retire a happy bride.
The perfect end to a perfect day involved my running into my brother who wasn't the least bit phased that I was dressed up like a bride, outside of Union Station, without having invited him to my fake wedding.
*note: if you ever want to ask someone for something: dress up like a bride and then do it. No one can say no to a woman in white. This may seem like a manipulation tactic...however I consider it resourceful.
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