The Jasper Chronicles

The Journal of a Cynical Dad

Sunday, October 23, 2005


My mother came to town Saturday so we could go to a wedding. The first time in nine weeks we've been anywhere as a couple without him - it was liberating. Now we actually drag the boy's ass everywhere by choice - we want him to experience stuff, but I have to admit that it was a nice change.

As an added bonus the wedding was a Sikh wedding. We'd never been to one and it was neat-o. All the men had to wear hankerchiefs on their heads pirate-style and the women had to wrap scarves over their heads. Everyone sat on the floor, the ceremony was fascinating and music was fantastic - especially the hand drummer. He puts those annoying, bongo-playing street kids to shame. I have tons of respect for hand drummers, and lots of sympathy of street kids, but put the two together and it's aural torture. Kids, if you're going to haul a drum around with you everywhere, learn to play. Okay getting side-tracked here.

The wedding wrapped up around 1:30pm. When we got home Mom offered to stay one more night so we could go out for dinner, just Patty and me. Don't have to ask us twice! Cosy dinner at the Aurora Bistro, a nice bottle of Cabernet Franc, cool ambience, delicious plates; our first true adult evening in months (being pregnant doesn't count). If you're interested the meal is posted on

And to top it off, when we got home Harris was bathed, fed and asleep. Thanks Mom!