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And so we get to the main reason that our journey to Canada had to take a (somewhat massive) detour through France. Tim and Michael's wedding. Thankfully, we rented a car which ended up being cheaper than the train to begin with and also we didn't know that the chateau -- yes, the freaking CHATEAU -- was another 20km away from the closest main town (Angers, for those playing at home) which would have been a pain.
Also, the aforementioned tuxedo rental was a million times easier with the means to drive around Paris. We brought adequate formal attire with us, (agonisingly taking it from place to place all over the world and we never wore it until Canada!) but the groom(!) absolutely insisted we have a proper tuxedo, which ended up being moot in the end as the boys didn't even have "proper" tuxedos after our painstaking effort to get the appropriate shirts.... That was insane. But I've driven in Paris now. I can now drive anywhere on any side of the road for sure.
Zoom zoom zoom an easy country drive through Paris to the little village of Challain-la-Potherie. Behold!
Our home for the next 3 days.
I neglected to mention that while I was driving, Daniel was frantically working on a secret task that I could't know about, but then had to help him create crafty things while trying to remain spoiler free. As a member of the wedding party and MC, he already had enough random tasks to perform. All I knew is that we were headed to a "Bad Xmas Jumper" party with fondue and something was going to happen. A murder mystery party! AMAZE.
I still can't believe how he did it and all the twists and turns and suspicions so sneakily laid based on things that happened before people got to the party. He had certain people make certain remarks throughout the day which could have been evidenced (if you knew what you were after). I was completely thrown by Phil (who, spoiler, was the murderer) as he feigned ignorance of the evening's plans earlier that day when had known for weeks he would be the murderer!! The majority of us stayed up into the wee hours playing Vampire in the pitch dark and terrifying basement of the chateau and drank them out of booze.
My first gay wedding experience cannot be topped. Now I'll never be able to get married... Or at least not invite anyone that was there. Firstly, did I mention that we were in France (and none of the guests live there). We had wonderful people from Australia, UK, Spain, Germany, Canada and China who travelled the world to be there. After the ceremony in the garden, held up briefly by some icy rain, we moved inside to the hall filled with taxidermies for cocktails and canapés while listening to music on a proper gramophone (shipped over from southern England, no less).
Dinner was served in the formal dining hall with most of the guests at the same table. Our chef for the evening was Michelin starred and served a wonderful feast featuring foie gras, roast ducks and berries, and some amazing dessert sorbet thing. Followed by, wait for it, fireworks And an orange macaron cake. Simply incredible, the whole night. The whole weekend. Such amazing people and I'm absolutely honoured I was included in their special day.
Please follow through to my new friend Emir Hasham's gallery of photos of the weekends events. As the chosen photographer for the event, he's done an amazing job of capturing the moments.