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....