Concerning the weekend.

This last weekend found us in the not too far away wilderness of St. Donat on which there is a fabulous lake. The weather Friday was warm, cloudy, some light rain, but not enough to bring down the mood. Upon arriving, an aura of austerity was felt, and all of us lapsed into a comfortable sense of blah. A fire was built to add to the feeling of meh, and dinner was cooked.

At everyone’s insistence I will attempt to do justice to the salad which was eaten after our pasta with vegetarian tomato sauce. And so with what little skill I possess I will attempt to put into words that which was ingested by the females, but not by the males (there is a deeper connotation to that statement, but I digress). The salad in itself was normal, green. I remember it consisting only of lettuce. The sauce which went on top of the salad, however, was smooth, slimy, electric pink. It was a grand pink, a majestic pink. A kind of a pink which would make wrestling costume designers swoon in ecstasy. A kind of a pink which made porn stars, showgirls seem classy. It was a kind of a pink that even Vegas casinos would kill for. A pink so bright that the even human retina could barely behold its glory for more than a few seconds. And so, as I am not one to back down from putting comestible things down my esophagus, I too shielded mine eyes from the neon bright substance and chewed…. I tell truth when I say it wasn’t that bad except that this mental block instituted itself. Hence I backed down from the challenge and abstained from further consumption of the organic thing. Soon it was all eaten, and the women got sick. God bless the masculine instinct.

The remainder of the weekend was spent out in blissful uselessness and unproductivity. We swam, we canoed, we wrestled. The water was cold even after getting used to the temperature. I know this from the masculine thermometer concerning size and hardness. It was fun.

On Saturday evening we temporarily left our sheltered world for a game of mini golf. I was defeated in the first round, but round two favored me when we allowed for “psyche outs.” I highly recommend this adaptation of “Baseketball” rules to mini golf. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking aboot, rent “Baseketball.” It’s a movie. It’s hilarious.

Saturday night found us with two additional guests. We drank, we ate, we spun fire. The evening ended with us climbing up on the rooftop of the cottage, watching the stars. The clouds had parted. It was a beautiful evening.

I would have liked to stay longer but alas, all good things must come to an end.

Going back to a few weeks ago I remember blasting nature and declaring myself a city lover. I stand by what I said, however wish to point out certain differences aboot this trip. Firstly we were in a warm cottage with working, comfortable toilets, and running hot water. The showerhead in particular was extremely effective. Next, there was the lake in which we swam. I love water. Finally the presence of bugs was not nearly as abundant as the last trip. Hence I declare myself a slave to civilized living.

Thank you, thank you very much.