I just checked the calendar and realized: “March 24th? Whoa!” I’m getting married
in exactly six months! Six months from the time I’m writing this –
about 10:00 p.m. eastern standard time — I expect that the ceremony,
reception, dinner and speeches will have concluded and that the dancing
will have started.
Freaky!
Wendy and me, at Ashley Bristowe’s and Chris Turner’s wedding in Canmore, Alberta, January 2004.
While this is a major life change for me, this is an even bigger one
for Wendy. She’s making the bigger adjustments: she’s not only leaving
her job and her home town, she’s leaving her country. Thankfully, she’s quite fond of Accordion Land and Accordion City, and she has people here who consider her either a friend or family.
I also realized that I have an unfinished story in this blog that predates Wendy — Best Date Ever
— which I feel I should conclude before I get married. It’s actually
about my last year of high school, which concludes with one of the more
memorable dates of my career as a bachelor (Wendy knows she’s my last, best-of-the-best dates).
It’s the story of one of the most formative years of my life, and was
meant to be a “thank you” to all those people who nominated The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century for a Bloggie in 2003.
Wendy knows the general gist of this story and I know she wouldn’t mind
my telling it, but I think I should get all those bachelor tales out of
the way before she makes an Honest Man out of me. Watch for it!
(Besides, Reverend AKMA, one of the officiants at my wedding, is dying to know how it ends!)
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That was January 2004, in the photo. Just so no one mistakes it for a shotgun weddin’ if they click over to Ashley’s blog.
I just checked the calendar and realized that there are only six months to go until I get a son-in-law who plays the accordion. A reminder that playing “Lady of Spain” entitles one to ostracism.
bnk
Corrected!
Ah, Lady of Spain. Why super-cool guy Dick “Daddy-O” Contino played that song (and as a result made it famous) will remain a mystery to me forever.
Still, he was incredibly cool, and for that, I will forgive his musical transgression.
My repertoire remains firmly planted in the rock, blues, pop and jazz genres.
Dad, if you ostracize Joey, I’m goin’ with him!
Hey Wendy: I left my country too. It’s not so bad. Just make sure that you have a good source for the junk food you will miss. Although, I think you got the better deal going to Canada! Aero bars, coffee crisp, crispy crunch! And poutine!
Cheers! Stasia
Unfortunately all of those things upset my stomach.
The consumable I will miss most is Poland Spring sparkling water. I am considering starting a letter-writing campaign to get them to cross the border. It’s worth it; nothing I’ve tried in Canada has quite the right flavor or bubbliness.
Please let’s hold any thoughts of ostracism in abeyance. Permanently, I hope. For both of you! As to the Poland Springs sparkling water: I imagine that the Canadian government will allow it in if hand-carried. It will be similar to they way we used to take bagels to Wendy’s grandparents when they lived in Las Vegas. It’s a thought, anyway.
MFK