Una and her friend Colin picked me up at the airport, and we retired to his house. There, I met his room mates, who all are amazing cooks. They were like consummate performers gearing up to perform for an appreciative audience (us). This was also a long weekend in Canada for their version of Thanksgiving, and they would be having a party that Sunday night with all the fixins. We had a late night snack, then called it a day. Saturday morning, we went to Granville Island to do a little shopping, and to grab a quick bite to eat (the fish and chips were the best we'd ever had). Getting back to the house, we finalized the airline reservations to fly to Toronto the next Thursday night, to attend the funeral visitation. We got dressed, and rushed to the church for the wedding ceremony. It was a fairly good ceremony, as far as wedding ceremonies go, and it was nice and sunny (it was cold and rainy the day before and the day after) for the post-ceremony photo ops.

Then to the reception, where I made full use of the open bar. It was a fairly good wedding reception, as far as wedding receptions go. It was interesting because of the difference between the families of the bride (who is part-asian) and groom (who is not). It was also fun seeing the differences between the friends of the bride (who were predominantly asian women into the retro-disco scene) and the friends of the groom (who were predominantly white guys dancing to R&B classics and hitting on the bride's friends, whether they were married or not).

Sunday morning, several of us went out for some dim sum (which was tasty), and as the house-full-of-cooks eagerly reached a crescendo of preparation for that night's Thanksgiving day feast, I packed up for the flight back to Colorado. After dropping me off at the airport, where I bought the tickets for flying to Toronto, Una returned to the house, and proceeded to get stuffed. The orgy of eating reached the point where several the cooks passed out from lack of sleep and too much soporific turkey. I wish I was there. Una flew back Monday, which was when I heard that Cathy, whom I had previously worked with, had passed away that weekend due to her battle with breast cancer.