Holidays :: May 2-4!

Ah-may-zing.

I think that about sums it up. It was an amazing 3 days away from the city. The flies and mosquitoes were a bitch, but I got to tan a little bit and met some awesome people.

Friday: Left work a little bit early so I could get home and shower and not be super rushed for when Gareth came to pick me up. I drove up with Gareth, and his girlfriend Felicia. It was fun, and the weather was so nice! Traffic wasn’t super bad, although I did fall asleep for about 20 minutes in the car. I was in the back seat so it wasn’t like he had no one to talk to. We arrived, got settled, and then sat around the campfire and drank. I was so excited because Wee-Man was going up, and I hadn’t seen him in AGES. I’ve missed him. He always has the best advice, and scarily knows me too well. I can’t hide much from him. We went to bed at around 1.30, but Wee-Man and I shared a room so we ended up talking a whooole lot later. It was so good to catch up. We talked about everything. Mainly about boys/girls though. We had to catch up on the romantic part of our lives. It was an interesting conversation, to say the least. I updated him about the Boy situation, and our interesting mishaps there. I was telling him about how I was turning into a boy and losing my boobs, and he said the BEST quote ever:

“For guys, boobs are like beer. Every guy has a preference, but they’ll take any kind as long as it isn’t flat.”

I love it. It’s pretty true, and totally takes the stress off of anything. Worrying about whether bodies are perfect. Oh the life that girls lead. But that’s slightly digressing. Anyways, Friday was just pretty chill. There were six people staying in the main cottage, and then 2 staying in their car. HJ didn’t know why, since there were extra beds, but they decided not too. There was Nick and his girlfriend, Sarah, Lindsay and Steve, HJ and Kate, Wee-Man, and I. Then Kyle and his sister Heather came up on the Saturday night.

Saturday night was the best day and the biggest night. The weather was amazing, got a tan (a bit). Drank a little, although apparently Wee-Man thinks that I got heat stroke, but I think I just let my blood sugar drop. So I was soo tired and had a headache, and then went for a nap. Although I wasn’t the only one who napped that day. Wee-Man woke me up, and forced water down my throat, and then made me get up and come outside. Which was fine, I felt better after my nap anyways. Sometimes not eating and me not getting enough sleep is enough to destroy me. It was a good thing he dragged me out, even though I was sooo out of it but HJ’s friends from around the lake had come over and so I got to meet them, and the super cute boy that was part of the group! *everything revolves around boys for me* XD Who doesn’t love cute boys? It was funny because the whole group seemed so much older than they actually were. I was actually older than some of them! Cute boy is my age though, so I was happy. Haha, sooo lame. But whatever. Gives me something else to think about. Even though bugs were totally eating me alive, but it was good because that night we talked soo much, and he’s so nice. Everyone was, and totally reminded me of college. Guess that’s just the cottage mentality. Very country-ish. But so not because we listened to dance music and dubstep all weekend. The girls were super cute too, and so nice. It was funny because some of the guys got ridiculously drunk, and did some dumb things. Kyle fell over because he got smoke in his eyes and broke a chair. No one fell in the fire though, which is a plus. Came close a couple of times, but no need for ambulances.

Sunday, some people started heading home. Gareth and Felicia went home, and Lindsay and Steve went home. I had the option to go home (because I could have gone with Gareth) but honestly I totally wanted more time with the cute boy. Luckily for me, Hassaan was willing to stay another night. I was totally hoping that the cute boy would either ask for my Facebook, or my number that weekend but he didn’t, which was slightly saddening, but a little understandable. Wee-Man knew that I was into him, and tried to wingman for me, but it didn’t always work. Although it must have worked to some extent because we did talk a lot. And I got to meet his dog. We have quite a bit in common. We partied again, but it was a lot more subdued, you could feel that people were getting tired out from the night before. Then there was a thunderstorm brewing so they left early-ish so they wouldn’t have to boat in the storm. I had a completely emo moment that night though. So depressing. I was really tired, and drinking was getting me down. So I went and sat down by the end of the dock and talked to God, and stared at the stars. Wee-Man came out to see how I was and told me to stop being so depressing. It was really pretty out by the dock, but very sad. I was sad. I hate being sad. I went back to the fire, and was happy. Or at least I acted happy. Cute boy noticed that I had left and thought I had gone to bed. That made me happier. Stupid high-low hormones. I’ll just blame it on that.

Monday we left and helped clean up and packed our stuff away. The cute boy came over in the morning and said bye to everyone, and went to see HJ’s uncle. So at least I got to see him before I left. It took Wee-Man and I sooo long to get home, but that’s ok. We had good music and chilled. Talked some, but it was mostly spent in comfy silence. When I got home, I had a pleasant surprise. Cute boy asked HJ if he could get my number… So now I’m waiting. Possibly not so patiently. *cough*