Showing posts with label Hamilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hamilton. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2009


What sort of apartment would be suitable for Lauren and Vinai's first home but a turret?
And where else, but in the Happiest place on earth?



Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Once

I was looking for an excuse to climb the ladder at this Westdale bookstore when I noticed this book by the CanLit Rookie of the YearA young author of singular talent, so I picked it up.

Monday, November 5, 2007

The Happiest Place on Earth






If anyone tells you Hamilton, Ontario isn't beautiful, don't believe them.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Stupid Phone Camera

This is the only shot I got of the wedding ceremony itself on my phone. The good news is, I went through two sets of batteries and two memory cards on Vinai's and Steve's mom's cameras, so some pictures I've taken are around somewhere. The other good news is that the whole ceremony was professionally photographed (by the guy squatting) and videographed (by the guy standing by that tripod) so I should have been spending my effort on protecting those shoes instead of taking crappy photos anyway.

How to Get Married, Day 3

First, pray.Next, make sure your nephew's turban fits. Use pruning shears if you have to. He's gotta look good up there on that horse with you.
Next, get anybody in your party who consents into a kurta pajama.
Then, head out to see Ganesha. This is an auspicious day.
Then, drive to Hamilton, and wait for the horse.
Then bring out the beard patrol.
...and recruit them for shoe defense. Especially the vicious bear-man beard patroller.
Then, get married, eat, drink, dance, have songs sung and played for you, speeches made for you, slide shows describe your life and embarrass you, sing a song, make a speech, carve a cake, and kiss your bride. (not pictured.)

By the way, we lost the shoes. We (Vinai) had to pay (cash) to get them back. How much cash? That depends on the arm wrestle. We agreed on a base amount, and offered $275 on top of that if they could beat us in an arm wrestle. They chose the combatants. For our side, the man they empirically determined to have the smallest biceps:
For their side, a professional carpenter. I won't say how it turned out, but the bartender lost cash on a bet.