"Take a load off Fannie, take a load for free"
Arielle sits in her room, sweating, with the Bathurst street traffic outside her window, upset that Shayn seemingly forgot to call her about going up to his friend Lex's cottage in Muskoka. The phone rings.
"Shayn! Hey!"
"Hey, so, uh, I'm calling from Muskoka."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, we're coming back into town tomorrow to pick up Jameson."
"Oh!"
And we're off to one of the greatest weekends of the summer!
We got up to "wealthy-person cottage country" with hours of daylight left, and immediately took our seemingly permanent place down on the dock at the lake. I didn't know anyone but Shayn, but I felt as though I was among good friends. Granted there were only 5 of us the first two nights.
That night, though. Wow. I went for a sunset canoe ride with Lex, narrowly escaping a lightning storm. When it finally passed, we went for an epic night-time swim, and being as it's a cottage, we were all considerably intoxicated, and watching the moon shining behind the clouds was mesmerizing.
Shayn, Lex and I stayed up 'til dawn, and ended our night with an EPIC pillow fight up in the garage loft, and eventually collapsed and listened to Grace, Too by the Tragically Hip. "Blissed out" describes the feeling pretty nicely.
After a rainy day, the sun came out again, and Lex's brother took me on a jetski ride. It felt like flying, and I came up with a clever idea for a porno flick. Details will not follow.
So we took the jetski out to "Seagull Island," where the seagulls hatch their progeny, and seemingly have hired goon seagulls to divebomb you when you get close to the land. That was something else. Going 55 mph on a jetski, with a seagull trailing no more than a foot behind you...
That night, some of Lex and his brother's family came up, and we had a great night of chilling around the campfire, singing groovy songs, and killing braincells with numerous kinds of intoxicants. I ended up watching Puss in Boots, circa 1988, starring CHRISTOPHER WALKEN. Last time I was on *insert nameless intoxicant here," which was 7 years ago, I ended up watching Paint Your Wagon - a Clint Eastwood musical.
So there you have some bits and pieces of what I can explain without an "I guess you had to be there" after.
On an entirely unrelated note, this is bullshit, to say the very least.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/calgary/story/2008/07/22/aryan-calgary-rent.html?ref=rss
"Shayn! Hey!"
"Hey, so, uh, I'm calling from Muskoka."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, we're coming back into town tomorrow to pick up Jameson."
"Oh!"
And we're off to one of the greatest weekends of the summer!
We got up to "wealthy-person cottage country" with hours of daylight left, and immediately took our seemingly permanent place down on the dock at the lake. I didn't know anyone but Shayn, but I felt as though I was among good friends. Granted there were only 5 of us the first two nights.
That night, though. Wow. I went for a sunset canoe ride with Lex, narrowly escaping a lightning storm. When it finally passed, we went for an epic night-time swim, and being as it's a cottage, we were all considerably intoxicated, and watching the moon shining behind the clouds was mesmerizing.
Shayn, Lex and I stayed up 'til dawn, and ended our night with an EPIC pillow fight up in the garage loft, and eventually collapsed and listened to Grace, Too by the Tragically Hip. "Blissed out" describes the feeling pretty nicely.
After a rainy day, the sun came out again, and Lex's brother took me on a jetski ride. It felt like flying, and I came up with a clever idea for a porno flick. Details will not follow.
So we took the jetski out to "Seagull Island," where the seagulls hatch their progeny, and seemingly have hired goon seagulls to divebomb you when you get close to the land. That was something else. Going 55 mph on a jetski, with a seagull trailing no more than a foot behind you...
That night, some of Lex and his brother's family came up, and we had a great night of chilling around the campfire, singing groovy songs, and killing braincells with numerous kinds of intoxicants. I ended up watching Puss in Boots, circa 1988, starring CHRISTOPHER WALKEN. Last time I was on *insert nameless intoxicant here," which was 7 years ago, I ended up watching Paint Your Wagon - a Clint Eastwood musical.
So there you have some bits and pieces of what I can explain without an "I guess you had to be there" after.
On an entirely unrelated note, this is bullshit, to say the very least.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/calgary/story/2008/07/22/aryan-calgary-rent.html?ref=rss