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Hungover. So very hungover. I rarely get headaches or nausea, and this was no exception, I just usually feel like I have zero energy whatsoever. If I am not expected to do anything, and can spend the day drinking soup and fruit juice, then things can be really quite lovely on a hangover, but once I have to get up and move, everything becomes a supreme effort and I become a big moaning bastard.
Fortunately, all I really had to do on Saturday was to be driven around by me bird, with a small amount of walking, so I got through without too much hassle.
To give those of you in the UK an impression of the weather here (particularly fellow Londoners), this is what they call "A little bit of snow, but not too bad" (seriously, Kirsten and Drew looked out of the window to 6" of snow, still falling and said "Oh, it's not that bad then" "nah, that should be ok").
On the way, we spotted this joker:
That's a "support our troops" ribbon on the left. The sticker on the right read:
If you can read this, thank a teacher.
If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.
Obviously, this was a person who lived in fear of having their tasty, delicious freedoms stolen away by the hordes of terrists hiding behind every unpatriotic, left-wing corner.
Eventually, we arrived at the Frederik Meijer Gardens, where we're getting married, in July. Kirsten informs me that the guy it's named for is indeed the guy who opened the Meijer chain of stores, so I now pretty much revere this guy as a living god.
Above, you can see the conservatory (looks like this in the summer). This is our "back-up" venue, in case of crappy weather. They've created a tropical sort of ecosystem where they house butterflies, tree frogs and the like. In the event of a rainy day, we get to use the little bridge and waterfall in there as our alternate wedding venue.
This is their stock of chrysalides - it took me ages to work out what they actually were, and initially, I assumed they were maybe empty and had been collected after the butterflies had emerged. Because i'm a retard. Some of them were like jewels, shiny and reflective... they kind of looked like ear-rings.
But better, far far better than the stupid, steenking butterflies was this...
[cue massive choral sound-track from the Omen]
GIANT FUCKING HORSE!
Fuck, yes, that's one enormous motherfucking horse.
Observant viewers may notice that Kirsten cunningly set up the shot so that I'm situated directly beneath its balls.
The Meijer Gardens have sculptures all around, some of which are awesome (as above), some are quite, quite disturbing indeed.
Above, we see the disturbed family of the rabbit from Donnie Darko (yes, one of those rabbits has tits and the others are either awaiting a vigorous bumming, or seemingly crapping), and THE NIGHTMARE HORSE. When leaving the gardens, visitors are warned not to look back at THE NIGHTMARE HORSE, in case it has pulled free of its steel bolts and waits for them, in the car-park, between the SUVs, hunting its prey.
Finally, we got to see the spot where we'll be getting married if the weather is good (should be, given the season). Obviously, it won't be covered in snow (should look like this).
... which I think is pretty fucking awesome. Kirsten done good. :)
-- and at this point, I think I'm going to split this post, as it's already fecking huge, and has taken ages to write :)
Fortunately, all I really had to do on Saturday was to be driven around by me bird, with a small amount of walking, so I got through without too much hassle.
To give those of you in the UK an impression of the weather here (particularly fellow Londoners), this is what they call "A little bit of snow, but not too bad" (seriously, Kirsten and Drew looked out of the window to 6" of snow, still falling and said "Oh, it's not that bad then" "nah, that should be ok").
On the way, we spotted this joker:
That's a "support our troops" ribbon on the left. The sticker on the right read:
If you can read this, thank a teacher.
If you can read this in English, thank a soldier.
Obviously, this was a person who lived in fear of having their tasty, delicious freedoms stolen away by the hordes of terrists hiding behind every unpatriotic, left-wing corner.
Eventually, we arrived at the Frederik Meijer Gardens, where we're getting married, in July. Kirsten informs me that the guy it's named for is indeed the guy who opened the Meijer chain of stores, so I now pretty much revere this guy as a living god.
Above, you can see the conservatory (looks like this in the summer). This is our "back-up" venue, in case of crappy weather. They've created a tropical sort of ecosystem where they house butterflies, tree frogs and the like. In the event of a rainy day, we get to use the little bridge and waterfall in there as our alternate wedding venue.
This is their stock of chrysalides - it took me ages to work out what they actually were, and initially, I assumed they were maybe empty and had been collected after the butterflies had emerged. Because i'm a retard. Some of them were like jewels, shiny and reflective... they kind of looked like ear-rings.
But better, far far better than the stupid, steenking butterflies was this...
[cue massive choral sound-track from the Omen]
GIANT FUCKING HORSE!
Fuck, yes, that's one enormous motherfucking horse.
Observant viewers may notice that Kirsten cunningly set up the shot so that I'm situated directly beneath its balls.
The Meijer Gardens have sculptures all around, some of which are awesome (as above), some are quite, quite disturbing indeed.
Above, we see the disturbed family of the rabbit from Donnie Darko (yes, one of those rabbits has tits and the others are either awaiting a vigorous bumming, or seemingly crapping), and THE NIGHTMARE HORSE. When leaving the gardens, visitors are warned not to look back at THE NIGHTMARE HORSE, in case it has pulled free of its steel bolts and waits for them, in the car-park, between the SUVs, hunting its prey.
Finally, we got to see the spot where we'll be getting married if the weather is good (should be, given the season). Obviously, it won't be covered in snow (should look like this).
... which I think is pretty fucking awesome. Kirsten done good. :)
-- and at this point, I think I'm going to split this post, as it's already fecking huge, and has taken ages to write :)
