Divas’ Weekend, Wasaga Beach, July 28th – 30th, 2006.
Nestled amongst the trees, a block or so from the beach, one finds a little blue and white cottage, and in the backyard, our ebullient hostess. And so it begins.
A travel mug will hold 3/4 of a bottle of Beaujolais. This is important because you should never allow a travel mug to hold 3/4 of a bottle of Beaujolais. Let alone two of them. Plus the two glasses that didn’t fit… And Chivas? Is not “like rye”. (Cottaging calls for atypical drinking habits.) Helen didn’t even kill us for calling her at 3am. That woman is far too good-natured…
Sunset arrives; it’s a gorgeous, warm night. Time to head for the beach.
A lake like bathwater. People were in the water til dark. We pulled up a picnic table and watched the stars come out. There are never enough stars in the city.
After we returned from the beach, we sat in the backyard, drinking, smoking, talking. Musical accompaniment was provided by such diverse artists as 50 Cent, The Violent Femmes, Boney M, and Johnny Cash. At one point, Kim leapt up, and, in a shocked and horrified tone, exclaimed, “We have to go to bed!” To which Sherry and I replied, confusedly, “Why?” Because, as Kim noted, re-checking her watch, “It’s five to three!” Umm… To which we replied, with the power of logic on our side, “But we’re still drinking…” And so we stayed up until at least 4am. When we were done drinking. 🙂
We were not blessed with an all-sunny weekend, weathering intermittent rain and storms on Saturday. Granted, when one is curled up with Smarties and a book and one’s friends, watching Mother Nature howl outside the window is not so bad.
Watching friends trying not to get washed away while attempting to go out for a smoke is, however, even better. 🙂
In the afternoon, while sitting on the patio, a crazy orange-ish cloud rolled in like the Four Horsemen from the direction of the lake. A deluge followed. It was lovely, though a few pine trees were bending fairly precariously in the wind.
The sun came out after it was over. Unfortunately, it never quite seemed to be done raining, so we didn’t spend nearly as much beach time as planned. In lieu of that, pedicures were done, Trivial Pursuit was cheated at, trashy magazines were analyzed, snacks were eaten, naps were napped.
Sunday morning we cooked up the traditional fare of bacon and eggs, and, once tidied up, organized ourselves and headed for the highway. A lovely weekend, improve-able only with the presence of all the Divas, a little more sun, and possibly a little less wine (at one time), and a whole lot fewer cigarettes (for me).