At dinner last night the subject of haggis came up in reference to Robbie Burns night. As the conversation flowed the question was posed: has anyone come close to haggis.
It’s 1994 or 1995 or 1996. The details are fuzzy. I was at a wedding in Sudbury, Ont. — as the date of one of the groomsmen.
It was winter, I think. I don’t remember the ceremony (I admit, I may not have even attended it), only parts of the reception. It was held in a community hall — dim lighting. I just remember a lot of grey colours.
The groom had Scottish heritage, played a bagpipe. My date was a snare drummer in the pipe band they all played in.
There were shots of Glenfiddich and there was haggis.
I partook of neither.
The groom and the bride had been in a long-term relationship and for whatever reason decided to get married.
After the wedding my date and I headed back to Toronto and I continued on back to London, Ont. to school.
A month later the bride had run off.
The groom committed suicide.
It haunts me to this day.