2. Rambling style of story-telling
3. Wierd weekends.
This past weekend was another excellent instance of the latter.
On Friday I headed up to Aidan parents' cottage on Lake Chemong (which up until yesterday I thought was Lake Simcoe) to join Michelle, Lucie, Aidan and Ben, and got straight into a bottle of Jack and the never-ending stash of nuts on the kitchen counter as soon as we arrived. After sundown Aidan proposed a booze cruise on his wicked little five-seater boat, which in turn caused these things:
a) me driving a boat for the first time, with a JD and coke in my hand
b) shouting random comments (that, admittedly, sounded perfectly alright at the time) at midnight fishermen
c) Aidan pushing me into the lake following my own drunken and misguided belief that he wouldn't push me into the lake
On Saturday we watched a million baseball movies and I pottered around a grocery store barefoot using Aidan's crutches (which I'd become slightly obsessed with) while waiting for the rain to subside so we could actually get on with the activity we'd planned: wakeboarding. Eventually, at about 5pm, I donned my boardies and rash vest, along with the fetching but somewhat large safety tank-top thing, and found myself shivering in the water on my back with my feet strapped to a board. Seconds later I found myself face-planted in the water trying not to drown. This occured three times then the wind forced us back to the cottage.
Wakeboarding is quite hard.
More Jack and nuts later, I managed to win the poker and claw back some dignity, although it's hard to look dignified when you're playing with Monopoly money and your shoes smell like lake water.
Can't wait for the next one....
Hi! Fish Good!
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