We truly know how to make our weekends feel as long as possible.
On Friday, the "beginning" of the weekend, we found ourselves with a new friend and videographer,
Jared Sales, in the basement of a great bar on Bloor Street, to film a video for Baby I Got My Way. The video includes seven costume changes and a whole lot of hairdo-fretting and bobby pins. Somehow, armed with only our own collections of makeup and shoes, and piles and piles of Value Village apparel we dressed up and sang for the camera. The idea was to hit as many eras or styles of dress as we could in a 2 minute song. I think the collective favourite was the wardrobe for the 80s.
This was due in part to the fact that the minute we had our costumes on, we realized we had to move the car that was parked outside on a very busy Bloor Street. I opted to stay inside, missing what I can only imagine was a very amusing trip to the parking lot, with Caroline dressed like a fairy princess with a side ponytail, and Sue in a sequined tight fitting dress and the highest heels I've ever seen her in.
Lucky for me, they took some videos, and nestled safely inside, I was free to change my outfit for the third time, and re-apply my sexy pink lip gloss, and pull my leg and arm warmers up a little higher.
There is nothing more fun than playing dress up with your two best friends and then having a fun dude like Jared film you acting like teenagers. I am not kidding, it was amazing.
With our dogs a-barkin' and our faces thick with makeup, we made our way home to grab some much needed dinner and thirst quenchers. Caroline and I ate Green Curry and parted ways with Sue. This would mark one of the only nights we would have had off in about 16 days. My sister came over and we acted silly and watched bad TV just like when we were kids, and Caroline headed home for a night with our dear band husband.
The next day, we headed to Port Severn where our dear buddy Peter Katz was about to wed his lovely fiancee (now wife) Andrea. In one of the most beautiful and personal wedding ceremonies I have ever witnessed, we discovered that Caroline has a leaky left eye, Sue's a weeper, and I like to crack jokes with my buddy Catherine Wallace, to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the union of two people who are more than perfect for each other.
We sang songs, drank from the open bar and partook in a great party well into the wee hours. We played original Good Lovelies tunes for a crowd of dancing friends and strangers, which was uplifting and memorable. A few hours later, we would all crawl into our bunk beds in a nearby cabin, only to sleep for a mere four hours before waking up and heading to Guelph for another great show the next afternoon.
(Photo courtesy of Ted Passmore, taken at the Moonshine Cafe in Oakville.)
Thanks to the Funky Mamas, and namely Kate, we found ourselves in a most peaceful setting just north of Guelph where the name of the festival was local, homegrown, healthy and sustainable living. We sang to a receptive crowd on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I tasted some of the best black bean hummus I've ever eaten, and followed it with a grilled veggie wrap and an ice cream cone. We visited a healing garden filled with herbs, vegetables and flowers and Caroline and Colin celebrated their one year anniversary with us.
The open bar from the night before became a distant memory as we left Guelph and headed back to Toronto. The traffic was just light enough to get us back downtown quickly, but the fatigue of the night before settled in and we were becoming weirder by the second.
As we dropped Sue off at home and headed to my place to drop off our gear, Colin said to Caroline and I, "Can you believe it was just yesterday morning when we picked you up and headed to Peter and Andrea's wedding?"
And you know what, I really couldn't fathom that we had packed our weekend so full of friends, music, driving and adventure in a mere 30 hours.
I certainly wouldn't regret how I spend my nights and days if I were to die tomorrow.
Of course, I was a bit out of it after sleeping the evening away, then waking up for dinner and a phone call, and falling back asleep for a solid eight hours and waking up to a Monday packed with more friends, music, Christmas and things to do.
What a weekend...
(Courtesy of Ted Passmore. Taken at the Moonshine Cafe.)
xo
Kerri O
