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Mary, Mary, I Need Ya Huggin'

Another Friday night. Another Friday evening dinner party at Hatchet Lake. This one was a little more low-key than last week's, but equally as enjoyable.
Myself, Amanda and Joseph made dinner... BBQ as usual. Then we were off to the city for the big show! It was Mary Poppins night at Alfresco FilmFesto!

We gathered out many layers of clothing, lawn chairs and blankets and made our way to the waterfront. There was a large crowd. Much larger than Priscilla night.
After about a half hour of sitting, the wind began to pick up off the harbour and you could feel the temperature dropping. After about an hour my arms were getting cold. Then it was my nose. Then my legs. I began to shake a bit, but I wasn't going to let it get to me. At about the 1.5 hr mark I stopped shaking... my legs were numb. lol
By the end of the movie I thought that I was going to have trouble getting out of my chair. I was FREEZING! Time to go home... stopping at Tim's for a late night coffee, of course. lol

Doiron Be Gone :(

This weekend marked yet another farewell for a member of the fam. Our dear Pharmacy Phil is off with a one-way ticket to Hamilton tomorrow. He's decided to trade in the pill bottles for a fabulous set of scrubs. So, what better way to see him off than a fun-filled weekend of dinner, drinks and debauchery.
Friday afternoon we gathered at Hatchet Lake for the last supper. I won't get into too much detail, since Joseph has pretty much summed up the evening here.

There are many photos to be added to the slideshow... hopefully Rocky hasn't censored them all!

Saturday evening I decided to be the responsible adult and took on the role as Designated Driver. Amanda came in to Rocky/Peter's lookin' fab and ready for a night on the town with the homos. She hasn't been out in weeks, so it was high time she got some attention and man, did she ever. lol

We were pleasantly surprised by the dj's line-up and I literally danced non-stop for over 2 hours. Kudos on the music... this time. Next time I expect some Bananarama.
Curly Sue grabbed my ass and mumbled "so... you single?" in my ear. Random. I encouraged Joseph to document as much of the evening as possible on video. There were many favorite moments... including Marcus' makeout session(s). Steve's brother Michael (aka 49%) arrived solo and danced his "straight" ass off with the gang. It was my first encounter with Middle Terauds (again, in the middle). Hilarious. He can be in the middle anytime he likes... I'll roll over.

My legs, feet and back were killing me before we even left the bar. We rounded up the troops and made our way back to Rocky/Peter's - with a brief stop on Barrington for a photoshoot . Along the way, Peter offered up his flip flops to Amanda because she couldn't take another step in her heels. He's the new straight boyfriend.

Despite mother hen's feable attempt to restrain me, we piled in Amanda's car, dropped Joseph and Marcus off at home, went to BK for Whoppers and drove back to the lake. It was apparently hard to believe that the hobbit hadn't been drinking. lol Don't worry Rocky, I'll try harder next weekend.

Thanks for another great summer weekend boys and girls. Phil, we'll miss you longtime. Have a safe trip and keep in touch! :)

Now for 5 days of rest and relaxation... Thank God!

What's A Dingle Berry, Mom?

So, yesterday on our drive to gather supplies for dinner, Joseph and I discussed how to go about adding a custom icon to your pics.
I decided that I would setup a template for him and send it along... Well, I started, but now I'm just freaked out.
When searching for fun fonts on a site titled momscorner4kids.com I found this...

Who in the name of God uses Dingle Berries as an example on a kids website?

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term Dingle Berries, please see the following definition.

DISTURBING!

3:15

It's 3:15 am and I'm supposed to be in bed. I'm loaded.
Amanda and I just decided to pack it in. You bitches all left way too early. We went skinny dipping (wine bottles in hand) with the pink/blue donuts. good times.
After everyone left we decided that it would be fun to go canoeing. So, we headed to the other side of the lake where we ran into blonde Stockard Channing, her fiance, Colonel Sanders and his plastic wife(?) They chatted with us for a while and then decided that we need to leave, so they pushed our canoe off the dock and we paddled our way back home.

3:20am. Too much. I'm bringing tired back. Night.

David Hasselhoff - Hooked on a Feeling

Goodbye Party

They're off! Don't forget your mittens.

Summer Is Killing My Blog

I apologize for the lack-o-blog in the past few weeks. I haven't really had time to update, mainly because I've been so busy!

AND HERE YOU GO...

Fall River Retreat

Team Hydrostone, Joseph, Gilles and I arrive at Danny's house on the lake starved and sober. It was Gio: Take Two. The house was fab. I immediately started working on the chicken kabobs and Patrick warmed up the BBQ. Stephen and Benjie were on salad and corn duty while the others sat around the fireplace on the deck. Benjie brought lamb chops and we dined on them with mint jelly en glass.


We had a fabulous dinner and unfortunately as the night went on I developed a massive headache. I searched high and low for drugs, but had no luck... that was until the end of the evening when I discovered that Danny had every drug imaginable neatly packed away in his linen closet. Ugh.

Speaking of neatly packed, some of the boys went for a late night skinny dip. It was absolutely freezing outside so they were all quick to gather 'round the fire to roast their weenies. Joseph explained that shrinkage was in full effect and that they all looked like women. He feared that Moya would see his business in the moonlight. Patrick, Gilles and Marcus put on their beach towel couture (with accessories) and modelled their girlish figures by candlelight. Gilles even gave us his best Demi Moore, which was captured on camera and will be headlining on the cover of the Summer Gaymes Review after the closing ceremonies this fall.



Benjie and Hotlips did some Trailer Park Boys... I mean they watched the Trailer Park Boys... I mean they hung out in the basement like in junior high school and watched the off-air screen on tv.... riveting I'm sure. Next time listen for Mom coming down the stairs... and try not to look so fucking stunned. lol

Patrick managed to get shitfaced and nearly fell into the fire. Joseph fell asleep in a chair - beer in hand, and the rest of us decided to call it quits.

I was slow on the draw and ended up sleeping on the loveseat. I will tell you that there was no love on that seat. For the ENTIRE night Patrick's cute little Shiz shu's jumped and crawled on me. They even found it amusing to launch their hairy little bodies onto my head and park their asses on my face. It was far from pleasant. I was exhausted.

The next morning Peter and I were the first to rise and he immediately bolted for Tim Horton's to get coffee for everyone. I was so thrilled at this point that I considered asking if he wanted to check out the Trailer Park Boys downstairs, but felt it would be a bit inappropriate.


We gathered out things and headed back to the city. I made my way home and attempted to sleep for an hour before I had to get up for the Going North potluck party...

Rissers, Rashes and Raw Fish

This weekend The Hatchet Lake Bed & Breakfast reached full capacity. With the Leblanc's arrival Friday afternoon, Bonnie's overnighter and Amanda's cousin Carli here for a visit we were certainly cramped for space. Bev took the HoH room and removed Darcy's bed privileges. He was moving away soon anyway. He needed to get used to not having his enormous king-sized bed. After all, they don't have those in the North. That kind of space is completely unnecessary. You need to cuddle to stay alive at night.

After work myself, Bonnie, Joseph, Scott, Stephen, Kevin, Benjie and Paul met for dinner/drinks at Doraku. It was my first sushi experience in Halifax and I have to say it was fab. I decided that I would go balls out and get a variety of things to try. I hadn't tried nigiri sushi before... so why not? I ordered the Otoro tuna, salmon and Octopussoir. They were quite good, aside from the octopus which I assume would be similar to chewing on an old rubber boot. Not recommended.

We all had a great time and managed to... you guessed it... clear the restaurant. Our powers of intimidation and/or disgust have yet to fail. We discussed a wide range of topics from STI's to politics. Bonnie made it clear that she was Bonnie the human being, not the rash. Benjie attempted to grill her with political questions and we all sat wondering when she was going to put her wasabi in his face. You're barking up the wrong tree benjie... um, did I just say that?


I dropping off Joseph and the Family Stone and we headed home to rest for our early morning trek to Peggy's Cove.

Saturday am we were up bright and early. So was the rest of Nova Scotia, who ALSO chose to venture to the cove. It was reminiscent of Halifax Shopping Centre the last weekend before Christmas. You could barely make your way around the rocks. There were people everywhere! I couldn't help but ask what all the fuss was about. Gawd people, it's a fucking pile of rocks and a lighthouse. Get over it. I am.

After dropping Bonnie off at her friend Jen's I ventured over to the Hydrostone to see what was in the works for the rest of the afternoon. Little did I know it was a good thing I did or I would have missed out on the next 48 hrs of gay-away adventures.
It was warm and sunny, so we rounded up the troops and head out to lay on the beach. What wasn't specified to me was where this beach was located. We followed Benjie for what seemed to be an eternity. After well over an hour of driving I began to wonder if we were going to be dipping our toes in the Atlantic or Pacific. In the car I suggested that Joseph and Gilles dig out their passports in case we found ourselves at a border crossing.

We arrived at Rissers Provincial Park which had a long white sandy beach filled with a wide array of fugly to moderately attractive beach bums.

We immediately noted that Gilles was no longer the front runner in this summer's Darkest Tan Contest. The title was clearly going to the Bocce Ball-playing gay uncle spotted on our initial beachcombing. He was a dark mahogany and a serious ball handler. Gilles was pale with jealousy and kept his head down in shame. We encouraged him to get back in the game and I suggested he go ask uncle cocoabutter for his secret to success.

We spent most of the day scoping out the crowd for hotties and I played with Olivia while Scott took action shots of her fetching the tennis ball out of the water. She, much like her father, has a serious love for balls and never seems to tire. She could play with balls for hours... days even. I played with the ball for so long my arm was sore the next day - shut up.
After a few hours and a sufficient dose of sun stroke we decided to venture home. I was dizzy and weak which was likely a combination of the hours of sun and the fact that I had only eaten a bagel that day... at 9am. lol I questioned whether or not I was going to be able to stay awake long enough to get us back to the city. None of the other bitches could drive, so I had to suck it up. I told Joseph to keep talking to me so he knew I was still paying attention. Then, out of the blue, we stopped in Lahave at the Lahave Outfitting Co. bakery. I was Lasaved from unconsciousness with some carrot cake and lemonade. We sat on the porch and questioned what the hell the people of Lahave actually do. I still have no clue. It's basically a road full of old houses and ugly lawn ornaments. Bizarre. Even moreso, we passed through Pleasantville on our way back. The houses were all in need of repair and I didn't see a single green VW Beetle. Now what's so pleasant about that place anyway?
Upon our return to the Hydrostone we regrouped, showered, packed some food and headed to Fall River to visit with Patrick and Peter while they were housesitting at Danny Hearn's....