Not Just another Blog Post – A Post from the Best Man

Best man here.  Not just another good or great man – The Best Man.  Followed by an eerie godly light whenever I wear a tuxedo and along with my ability to clean myself up so well, I am sure these are the main reasons I was chosen as Jackson’s best man.

Jeff and the eerie, godly light that follows him around whenever he wears a tuxedo

If you met Jackson before his university years, you knew him as Tom.  So that’s who I’ll be blogging about today.  It took Tom until much later in life to realize his first name rhymed with things like Action, Attraction and Satisfaction.  I first met Tom in high school chemistry class.  I don’t recall the details of it but I probably made some kind of obnoxious poop, fart or dick joke and Tom thought to himself “Hey, this guys alright.”  And once I found out that his Mom had a hot tub, our friendship was set.  Little did I know he was just using me for my brains but little did he know I was just using him for the hot tub.  It was a good arrangement which eventually led us to today – Me as the best man in his wedding.

Well Tom certainly is a character.  You may not know this, but Tom has been lead singer of many bands throughout his late teen and early adult years, and even continues his musical career to this day.  If you ever hear someone crooning at your window late at night and think “Is that Gowan?” you won’t be far off – It’s Tom Wilson.  As Tom mentioned in an earlier blog, we even started a band together with our friend Scott called the Suckwads.  Later in our career (several hours later) we changed our band name to Ass-notes and the Shitty Beats.  The band broke up later that night – We weren’t very good.  I think we spent too much time thinking of a name than actually playing.

Tom and I are both huge hockey fans.  Unfortunately for Tom he is a Canadiens fan.  (I noticed this is a bit of a trend with the wedding party too, and I have to say I am sorry for you all).  I have witnessed many a Habs loss with Tom present and I can’t say I envy Loretta after a game where his team loses.  At least I can send Tom home after a big loss… But on those miracle nights when the Habs actually win, Loretta must feel like the luckiest little girl in the world.  Together Tom and I have witnessed many great hockey events such as my Penguins winning the cup in ’09, Crosby scoring the golden goal for Canada, and very soon I will take the winning $200 from the hockey pool Tom set up this year.

(Poop Warning)  After reading the Maid of Honour’s blog a week or so ago, one thing that Tawnyah wrote about Tom stood out to me.  She said he is “one of those rare people that their shit actually doesn’t stink.”  This struck me as a bit odd and made me seriously wonder if she was talking about the same Tom I know.  Maybe I’m just taking things a bit too literally, but the Tom I know can’t turn around without taking a shitty poop.  “Hey Tom, where were you for the last 5 minutes?”  and with a thumbs up and a grin he would reply “Poopin’!”  Then he would go on to describe it in detail… Well at least he is efficient at it.  Then he would disappear again another 30 minutes later.  Efficient and frequent.  In fact if you scroll to the top of this blog and look at the pic of Tom and Loretta you can kind of tell that Tom is holding one back.  Tom is also the perfecter of the “fake dump” at work to get an extra break or two.

Alright, that’s enough toilet talk for one blog I think.. but I think in a nutshell that sums up a big part of our friendship.  Now, when Tom told me he was dating a brain surgeon from the internet I’m pretty sure I thought “Wow, great story Tom.”  He told me their first date was riding a tandem bicycle along the beach into the sunset and was a really scrumtrulescent time ;).  That’s when I really knew he was making it up… that’s not even a real word.  But he wasn’t making (some of) it up.  It turned out Loretta was real and lived in London.  She wasn’t actually a surgeon but still pretty brainy… ah-ah-ah.  We Paris folk will still refer to her as the brain surgeon.

It was just the other day that I realized fully and completely Tom was ready to move on from Me to Loretta.  I sent Tom this beauty of a picture:

Their fathers must be so proud

only to find that Loretta had shown Tom the picture a few days earlier.  It may be photoshopped, but still hilarious.  Yes Tom, I think I can now say with conviction that you have found the one.  And as Tawnyah would say, Loretta, I don’t think your shit stinks either.  And yes, I really am restraining myself from typing out another poop joke right now.  I look forward to the wedding speech!

I’ll leave you all with a gem from the past – Tom and I in our high school prime.

Clearly, no one ever accused us of being 'too cool for school' in high school.

Thoughts from A Groomsman – Special Guest Blog

When Miles, one of our ridiculously handsome groomsmen, heard that we were featuring special guest blog authors – he was chomping at the bit to get in on a little bloggy-style (wedding) threesome action! He’s a beauty! Enjoy…

Jackson and I have been great friends since high school. I think it was our mutual admiration for Led Zeppelin that brought us together in Clarkie’s communications class. When you see another dude wearing a Zep t-shirt, you know the guy is good shit.

As the years went on our friendship grew tremendously. This was made even stronger by the fact that we both attended McMaster University at the same time a few years ago filled with lots of coffee rendezvous’ in the Student Centre and mid afternoon beers in the campus bar, Quarters. McMaster’s campus was probably the site of our most epic adventure together, so join me friends, as I describe ‘St. Patty’s Day 2009.’

When we woke up that morning we knew we wanted to get drunk somewhere. We had a vague plan in our minds to go to school, get some beer, and that was basically the extent of it. We arrived on campus around lunch time without the foggiest idea of where we would go or what we would do, all we knew was that beer was needed and it would be consumed. After hitting the Beer Store, we embarked back to campus with backpacks full of beer and nowhere to drink them.  The rest of the day played out like this. After having a quick forest beer we staked out one of the buildings where we waited for Jackson’s friend who lived in res to get out of class. After very little convincing, and the offer of some of our beer, we went back to the res, and consumed the beer. The rest of the evening involved going to a few pubs, and breaking up a domestic disturbance on the street between a guy and his girlfriend. With nowhere to retire to, we slept in my car amid temperatures that reached freezing. Being drunk as it turns out really does make you feel warmer.

This also happened to be a few days before Jackson and Loretta’s first date, and I remember vividly the excitement with which Jackson talked about it. Little did either of us know that that first encounter, a few days later, would be such a momentous occasion in his life. If I can claim any small role in the early success of their relationship, and considering how well it turned out, I think it’s fair to be a little selfish in claiming a role, it would be me lending my boggle board game to Jackson which they played on their first date. If I never owned boggle and couldn’t have lent it to Jackson, who knows what would have happened? Actually, I’m fairly certain things would have turned out just the same, but come on, I can take a little satisfaction out of that can’t I?

I love both of these guys and am so happy that they found each other! I would also like to suggest, for nostalgia sake, that we have a forest beer on your wedding day. No? Probably not? Alright I’ll just drop it then.

Our featured author - Imagine how handsome the male half of the bridal party is going to be if this is only one fifth of the crew. Lookin' good, Miles!

For The Love of Sports

Jackson is a little bit of a sports nut.  Loretta says: “I think little bit is a little bit of an understatement!”

He takes his sports pretty seriously, and he has a tendency to get pretty animated. Funny thing is, Loretta is actually a national level champion in cheerleading. You would think that she was the best equipped of the pair to cheer on any team, but when the Canadiens or the Blue Jays are playing, Jackson often puts Loretta to shame.

As a couple, we’ve attended many sporting events together. However, it seems as though every time we make the effort to go and see a game, for some reason, the good guys usually lose – badly.

For example, one Christmas, Loretta gave Jackson the best present ever – tickets to see the Montreal Canadiens in Montreal! We drove for 8 hours for them to lose the game basically within the opening four minutes. They lost 6-2. But you’d better believe that for the two goals that they did score, Jackson went off as if they had just scored the Stanley Cup winning goal.

Loretta and Jackson at the Bell Centre in Montreal about to watch the Montreal Canadiens

 

An even better example of Jackson’s sports fanaticism was at a Toronto Blue Jays game. We had great seats in left field above the bullpen – right where Jose Bautista likes to send his dingers. They lost 11-1. But for that one run that they did get, Jackson was losing it – even though it was pretty clear that they wouldn’t win the game. Take a look at Jackson jumping up and down in the picture below as Loretta and mostly everyone else in the area has given up all hope of them making a comeback.

Loretta and Jackson (circled in white) celebrating a Blue Jays home run even though the score was already 5-0.