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Ärende: YZF 2013 trip 62
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As my sleeping accommodation was the living room couch, I
was first to hear the knock at the door.

It turned out to be Cheryl, a former student of Roslind's,
and her daughter Justine, who was due to be married that
day. Roslind of course has been a jack of all trades and
master of all, and one of her specialties was hairdressing;
the ladies were here to be spruced up for the wedding.

Well, Roslind was an hour off, so everyone hustled and
bustled, and we all had a hearty and similar breakfast with
more of that good bread. Then, as the other ladies went to
the salon for the hair appointment, Jim and I dropped Lilli
off at the airport, as she was headed someplace else without
me.

Another try at the seal meat, still a failure. Once upon a
time Jim had some auk meat from a similar source, and it
had undergone the same manhandling, only in that case we
found the birds ended up tasting okay.

Jim somehow got the idea that it would be a good idea to
go to the wedding, which was at the ice castle just. We
thought that we were crashing, but it turns out we'd
actually been invited, thanks to Roslind. 

The happy couple, Eric and Justine, were cute as buttons
and jolly enough despite Justine and her entourage being
way underdressed (sleeveless gowns) for an event in an ice
castle. Turns out Jim is a friend of Eric's family, and
even if we crashed, the crash wouldn't have been serious.

The Snow King was there, totally blasted, and amid the mists
of alcohol I must have resembled one of his buddies, as he
greeted me like one before lurching down the way to find
another snort, from which he did not return.

The best man, Ray, Eric's grandfather, misset the clock and
so was planning his day 2 hours late. Putting the pedal to
the metal he eventually showed up within an hour of when he
had been supposed to arrive, not visibly flustered, though
Eric was a bit put off his feed, and his mother-in-law-to-be
was just plain frantic.

Tony Whitford, retired chief executive of the territories,
officiated at the ceremony, which was mercifully brief, the
female members of the wedding party being unprepared for a
long stay in the castle.

We went from interlopers to wedding party as we were
invited to the Explorer, we thought for toasts, but next
thing we knew were in the private dining room, and lo and
behold, there were seats for us at the 40-ish guest square
arrangement. I attribute this to Roslind's intercession.

Appetizers included seafood chowder, which was pretty decent
although salty and with surimi the only identifiable
shellfish among the protein (largely fishfish) and quite
average scallops wrapped in bacon. I passed, not wanting
to waste my lactase pills nor to overextend my welcome, but
got to taste others'. I believe a salad was also on offer.

Both Jim and I got the 12-oz sirloin, his rare, mine blue -
good meat done as ordered but with a substantial coating of
salty gukka that had to be scraped off. I suspect Alberta
beef, and it was quite tasty.

I tasted Roslind's beef ravioli, which came without the
advertised heirloom tomato concassee and with quite a bit of
unadvertised cheese in the filling; still pretty decent.

As I had not known bride nor groom before this day and still
felt slightly interloperish, I bought a couple bottles of
Norton La Colonia Malbec 11 for the head table and one for
us. It was a bit bright and cherrylike but quite respectable
for that.

Wedding cake topped off a pretty decent meal, all the better
as the whole thing was paid for (aside from the extra wine)
by Ray.

Just to fill in the last remaining interstices, at home I
tasted a couple grams of the seal - varnishy, rancid, every
Bizarre Foods adjective. One wonders how those guys manage
to survive - oh, I've got it, their taste buds must be
frozen as well as the meat.

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