Happy Canada Gay!

My extended Canada Day weekend started on Thursday after a busy week at work. Shut up, I actually had shit to do. Anyway, I had booked Friday off and scheduled a pre-buzz appointment with Peter for a grey-be-gone and a trim. Then I was off to gather the weekend supplies (mainly beer/booze) before heading out to see The Devil Wears Prada. Fab movie by the way. Meryl's deadly looks were inspiring. That's all.

Early Saturday afternoon the boys all arrive for their overnight gay "camping" trip. The idea of an actual camping excursion was tossed out, but let's be honest it wasn't happening. We enjoy running water, primping and it's hard to lug 5 costume changes in an overnight bag. Without the catwalk, music blaring and a dancefloor (aka, deck with mood lighting) the gays wouldn't be having a great time anyway. So, we opted to host the Canada Day festivities at our house. Everyone was invited and came.... twice.

Charles' fab friend J-Lo (Deb) flew in on her sea plane (Subaru) making her way down the boardwalk in stilettos. Later on, after swapping out for some flip flops she managed to keep the shoes safe from any drunken test drives by the boys.

The BBQ crisis (old BBQ + drunk hobbit = rusty pile of junk) was averted by a quick call to G's for a massive order of pizza and garlic fingers. Thanks to Grandpa Bear, we all owe you big time. The order came when they were damn well finished making it and one of Hatchet Lake's finest crack whores arrived to deliver. Hot stuff. The pizza was warm. No 10 Piece Haddock for u.

After stuffing our faces, Rocky quickly brought to our attention that this food intermission was likely to kill our buzz. We headed back outside to start a fire and settle in for a quiet night of toasting marshmallows and campfire stories... err, not exactly. With a little gas action our fire was burning strong.
Benjie, being the least intoxicated, was on fire duty and kept things warm for the pack of homos and Olivia (the only sober one present). Then came the campfire music. What better than an endless array of Madonna/Kylie/Bananarama remixes. We all got up and danced. Stephen and Benjie showed us the new safety dance (PFD remix) and eventually Joseph and I felt it was time to let everyone in on our little secret. We can fly bitches!


















After Christening the bench, Marcus and Rocky retired to the Hobbit hole to "pass out"... mmm right.

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In keeping with the camping theme, Charles and Joseph opt to setup a tent on the back lawn. It was quite spacious for just the two of them... perhaps they were hoping for guests to arrive later. lol Either way, good on ya boys. What happens in Nylon, Stays in Nylon... unless you wash it.

Sunday breakfast consisted of a dozen fish muffins from Tim Hortons, bacon, eggs and several pots of coffee. Laying around watching tv and recalling the events that some of us failed to recall. Can you think of a better way to waste away the afternoon? Well, how about some Donkey Kong Bongos and Dance Dance Revolution. Yeah, I said it. Like we didn't get enough dancing in the night before. Now you'd expect the weekend to wind down at this point. BUT, nearly out of booze and certainly out of energy we manage to regroup only hours later. The next part is worthy of it's own blog post. So, here we go...