| becky's farm weekend! |
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| Becky's farm last weekend was groovy. left work early friday (had to cut the solitaire game short) to my up my girls! Got to the farm making very decent time and headed over to the local tavern and met up with the boys. Mount Royal tavern had a great live band playing all our favourites so we had to tear up the dance floor. don't know y i was so tired but i fell asleep as tom and i smoked straws and spoke french in the korner. finally got back to the tents after getting lost on the way home until we saw... the wood paneled stn wagon - pheeew! our girl tent was cosy, telling jokes (aka ghost stories, or in tanni's case looove stories haaaaaa haaaaaaaaa ! |
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| Saturday morning we were awaken at sunrise by our sweet hostess who let Quigley into our tent jumping and slobbering. When we really woke up there was soooo much food on the table and we stuffed our faces (blooooo berries...). ok, so i'm a huge moron and am too lazy to upload this picture rotated properly so just pretend they are standing or hanging against a wall... |
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| Headed to the beach and immediately stripped down for some tanning action. Too bad the sun only came out for 3.2 sec at a time between clouds! Still, we managed to burn oursleves to a crisp, but understandably after spending the entire day lying on the beach, playing girl football and frisbee in the numbingly cold Lake Huron water. |
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| Headed to the Atlantic road house chinese buffet (authentic sounding isn't it?) and had to gnaw on our arms while we waited for jan&erik. the food really hit the spot. in fact it his several spots (thighs, gut, etc) but was the perfec meal after a full day of beach! Some of us took a bush/beach stroll while the rest went back to sleep off the buffet. |
| The bonfire that night was amazing, especially after tom's surprise which i think ended up making him sick... floating around was beer (duh), barn owls (good strong cider), Jack Iron 70% rum (blehhh!), chips (how we managed to eat MORE was beyond me), marshmallows, and .... DR. OCTODOGS! (aka octoweenies, spider weeners, spider dogs, pussy weeners...). The jam session began and we made merry til pretty late into the night. Sunday morning we had the biggest brekkie ever (eeeggggggs!), stopped in for sunday mass, then home sweeeeeeet home... Thanks to the following for an amazing weekend: Becky - my future garden consultant and stn wagon mom, Tani - red lobster's hiring they want your legs, Motsy, the tent bachelor who loves the naked horny worm game, Robin - aka 'Romeo'/Kramer/Tanya lookalike, Leah - 'juliette' who likes to get the back side attack fr beer bottles, Ashley - gas powering ontario, Holly - our master octodog chef, Elliot - the code poet, Tom voll - blues playin jamaican rum guzzlin wunnerful guy, karen and steph - tabaccy chewing kids, and of course yours truly - your resident seagull impersonator. |