Hakuna Matata.

Considering how badly my week started, it actually turned itself around decently. Other than dropping another $350 on my car problems, I've had a relatively successful last two days. Last minute plans to go out to Clair's cabin turned out nicely.

Four girls, one cabin, two cases of alcohol and a May long weekend. That would've been the tagline for Friday night... if we had been in a movie. We started drinking at around 3 and I was passed out around 3:30. It must have been a mixture of the sun and not really eating anything, but I drank maybe 3/4 of a cooler and just felt really sick. Not raunchy sick though, that's more like Italian porn. I had a really nice "nap" for a couple of hours and woke up feeling loads better. Stephanie, Clair and I headed over to the train tracks and flattened some pennies, then headed back to the cabin, where Leanne was waiting.

Cooked supper, played Pigs(?) and decided to go for a canoe ride. I really wanted to take some booze along, but Clair was playing den mother and wouldn't let us take any. I guess in hindsight it was better that way. I was already really drunk and I sort of fell into the canoe for a while and couldn't get up. Apparently the neighbours were yelling instructions, but I couldn't hear.

Rolling velvet
I'm gliding along with my Fomeo.

Those were some of the lyrics to a song that Leanne and I wrote while on the water. I think I was as close to being on acid as I will ever be. I was completely tripped out by the water.

On a completely unrelated note, an inside joke between my mother and I came true today. We've been joking for the last little while that we've been getting to know our mechanics pretty well (what with both of us having shit bucket cars) and that we should start drinking with them. I went to pick up my car a while ago and we ended up having beers with them for a couple of hours. They're actually pretty cool guys. I have some funny quotes, but I'm tired and have bored you all for long enough.

Good night!