A few years ago, my ex and I headed out on a bike ride and, parked in front of the Courcelle bar (a desperate saloon in St Henri) was a car with a moosehead on its roof. We had to stop at the red light and I averted my eyes from the grisly sight until the light turned green. When we returned a few hours later, I'd forgotten about poor Mr Moose, but the car was still parked there.
There are definitely less than pleasant sights out there. Yesterday, I celebrated the fact that it wasn't raining by riding out to Beaconsfield. On Lakeshore road in Pointe Claire, I passed Stewart Hall, a cultural center that also hosts wedding receptions. On the way back I noticed they were having yet another wedding reception and had to avert my eyes. Not from a moose head or squished squirrel, but a nightmare inducing wedding party.
A few weeks ago, I stopped at Stewart Hall to use their water fountain and saw a wedding couple having their photo taken. The bride's dress was actually quite pretty. On the way home, I passed by and saw the wedding party outside for photos. And there they were: magenta-fuchsia bridesmaid dresses with pleats, similar in color to the Ciclamena jersey or the carpets in a movie theatre.
Last year I saw bridesmaids in Millenium park with maroon dresses that Catherine the Great would have worn. And this time, the poor girls were in fuchsia-cyclamen magenta with pleats that resembled a giant upside down parasol.
How on earth to brides do this to their friends? What are these girls eating before they go to bed that they dream up these colours?
Frankly, the sight of a squished squirrel is less painful.
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