“He takes a whiskey drink, he takes a vodka drink…”
-Tubthumping, Chumbawumba (aka “Oasis”…inside joke)

The weekend brought lots of fun at my cottage for Dirk, Nayeli, Shane, Natalie, and myself, involving copious amounts of booze, steamrolling, spoons, Fuck You, and encroaching on rafts.


Nat made her way down from O-town in the afternoon before we embarked on our 2 hour drive up north, after brief stops at a coffee shop, Subway, Mr. Sub, the LCBO (twice), and Baskin Robbins (which yielded nothing). With the CD player in the car unfortunately broken, we crossed our fingers for some Bon Jovi, but alas, were ultimately disappointed. We did however, hear some Dire Straits, Kim Mitchell, and Bryan Adams over the course of the weekend. It’s no Bon Jovi, but then, who is?

“He takes a lager drink, he takes a cider drink.”

Made it to the cottage at night only to discover that my old Nintendo was still in operating condition, thus beginning the continuous Super Mario 3 playing. Eventually, it was time to move on to more serious card drinking games. Nayeli, being quite sick, did shots of Neo-Citran, a challenge in and of itself. She also chased it down with milk, which made me kinda sick after all the rum/Boone’s/beer consumption. Dirk was in full force with his falsetto singing and 2 of us narrowly avoided spewing off the deck. Eventually Nat and I made it to our own beds around 5:15am or so, followed by the boys sometime after 6am.

“I get knocked down, but I get up again”

The next day brought a really burnt pizza, adventures in the lake, and a trip to both the Beer Store and the grocery store. Our lake fun was hampered by our “encroaching” on a lunatics raft in the middle of the lake and the discovery of the goose-friendly “poop deck” to which we had to clean off to go swimming. And somehow my shirt ended up sinking in the lake to become another mystery of the deep. Also a lot of accidental flashing on the part of poorly made bathing suits.

Proving that we actually can take car of ourselves, we made an awesome BBQ dinner. The only casualties were two unfortunate hot dogs and their hamburger brothers which ended up either on the deck floor, or lost in the barbeque flames. Eurotrip and s’mores followed along with one of the best few games of spoons that I’ve played in 4 years. The fight to the death rule for spoons was obvious as there were several spoon related mishaps and injuries. The downside was that we somehow had managed to drain the well of water and were forced to lug buckets of lake water up to the cottage.

“You’re never gonna keep me down”


The game of Fuck You was in full effect with such awesome rules as we must only speak in gansta, yo! As well as William Shatner speaking when it was your turn, only to later become William Shatner as gangsta speak, and a quick game of spoons every time a King was pulled from the deck.

After a feast of bacon (“You call this bacon?”) we made it back to Toronto, a little more tired than we had left. Nayeli and I chose to do our weekend recovery during a screening of Flightplan. The movie is okay, but who am I kidding? I was only there for Peter Sarsgaard, rendering all else useless.


Word.

“He sings the songs that remind him of the good times, He sings a song that reminds him of the better times”

OVERRATED: Lunatics who try to force us off their raft in the middle of the lake for fear that we are keeping “others” in his area off of the raft. In the middle of September. With no other boats around. While the water is cold.
UNDERRATED: Running water. You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.

“We'll be singing, When we're winning we'll be singing”