Whoo for graduating college, and whoo for the celebratory weekend following said graduation!
Graduation was a long, hot, and boring two hours. It was fun to see people again, and playing around for the hour before everything started - and yes, I was totally dancing around in the big black robe, and probably looked like an idiot I DONT CARE D:
Ahem.. anyway.
So we sat in the sun and listened to some long speeches - some of which had nothing to do with our graduation - and I sat and was paranoid about the seagulls circling overhead, and we all giggled to ourselves about how our college president looks like Amelia Bedelia.
It took FOREVER for everyone to get called up and walk across the stage, and we were the second-last course to get called (last being the six people in Web Design, ha). By the end of the ceremony, a good half of the people sitting near me were wriggling and dancing from all the water they'd drank before (and during) the whole thing. Kind of funny to see how many people made a beeline for the bathroom as soon as we were allowed to get up and mill around.
So, went and got my diploma (cause they don't give you your real diploma up on stage), and a big envelope full of stuff about alumni (whch I haven't really looked at yet). I do have pictures, but those will have to wait until I can find the damn camera bag with the USB cords in it.
At any rate, we finally gathered ourselves all together and managed to escape family and friends and the school, and were on our way... almost. Me and Ryan went to grab James (the smart one... he didn't have to sit in the sun for two hours *shakes fist*), while the others headed back to Matt's to make sure we had everything. Me & Ryan & James made it back to Matt's, we shoved all the rest of our stuff into the van, and we were off! to Bancroft! (that almost rhymes)
Ah, adventures of bad directions. The only things we completely understood were the directions concerning the 401 and highway 28. We did stop in Peterborough for foods - and found an A&W standalone restaurant!

You laugh, but the only places I ever see A&W are in food courts.
I. Love. A&W.
Yum.
After that things started getting confusing. Finding highway 28 involved some U-turns and changing of navigators and shouting at the piece of paper that held our directions. Not to mention it was dark at that point, so seeing road signs and landmarks was getting difficult.
Another hour or so of driving on the highway, and then we hit bancroft and things started getting confusing again. The directions in Bancroft involved a lot of "turn left past the tim horton's" and stuff like that - would've been nice if we could find said Timmy's. We eventually did, I'm not sure how, and we hoped we were going in the right direction (Turn left at the Canadian Tire! and no Matt, you will never live it down. Dammit, where's that "open trees" button??).
Fast-forward through arguments, more U-turns, speeding through dirt roads blanketed in mist, nearly driving straight into the lake ("we want left, but we don't want to go up, so let's turn right instead"), and finally we arrive at the cottage. Unpack, say hello to Matt's cousins, and begin drinking! Sort of. James found the poker set, so drinking was a little slow to start.
Friday night was a little slow - Jay and Ryan and Matt's cousins drifted off to bed pretty quick. Matt stayed up for a while too, but eventually he disappeared with the rest. Me and James and Chris stayed up till like five in the morning, just talking about random crap and drinking just enough to keep us drunk and silly (though I think James finished off all his guinness that night - with Chris' help of course).
Saturday morning, everyone was awake by about 11:30, and breakfast was yum (thanks Ryan). We went down to check out the lake, put out the dock, and swim for a bit. That water was COLD. Yes, everyone make fun of the Laurel, who took forever to get into the damn water, and refused to go into the deep bits until someone brought her a noodle to float on. Commence fighting over the noodle, and we discover that it can float two people, but not three. There were many splash wars, and plenty of Matt nearly kicking people in the head while trying to do handstands on the rocks in the shallow bits.
Eventually we got out of the water and spent some time just hanging out on the porch, trying to dry off. Had some sandwiches for lunch (NAKED!!) and wandered upstairs to watch Office Space (and another episode of Drawn Together... not sure why). I'm not quite sure if we started drinking before the movie or after - I do know we started drinking at three (we being me and Chris, really). Maybe before the movie, because I was dragging that box of cereal around for a while, and I think I only started doing it when I started drinking. Southern Comfort and root beer don't mix, it tastes awful - but it tastes much better when you add Butterscotch Schnapps to the mix. After the movie we ran out of root beer, but I did find (and then hide) some 7up, and that mixed well. Also, I will destroy Chris for repeatedly adding jalapeno vodka to my damn drinks! Thankfully not enough that it really made a difference, but dammit I noticed.
So yeah... we didn't do much all saturday. Chris and I kept drinking - I think Matt and Jay fell asleep for a while upstairs. Played cards with Chris and James for a while. Had dinner - a very odd sort of pasta that I didn't have much more than a few bites of - it was very soft and had a weird texture. Sorry Matt, the sauce was good but the pasta (gnocci?) was bizarre and I couldn't eat it.
People wandered aimlessly around the cottage for a while after dinner (damn there were a lot of dishes for laurel to wash - I WILL REVENGE MYSELF UPON YOU, JAY YOU EVIL TOWEL-WHIPPING BASTID). Ended up being upstairs for a while (or was this before dinner? I really don't remember exactly what order things happened Saturday afternoon), trying to figure out who was on the 100-dollar bill (Sir Robert Borden, I looked it up just now

), and playing Mario Kart (poor Luigi lost horribly - and by Luigi I mean Laurel). Eventually went downstairs and outside where they were starting a fire, watched it go out two or three times before it finally lit and became a wonderful blazing inferno. Watched the people who put on bugspray get eaten alive (while I, in shorts and bugspray-free, was barely touched), and eventually followed Matt to the cold, bugless basement, picking up Jay on the way.
Picked up drinking again in the basement. This is where things got crazy silly drunkenly fun again - while trying to keep Jay awake and throwing random things at Matt. Gradually we started gaining people, and Laurel started drawing - first on paper, later on herself. Again, pictures to come when I get the damn usb cords for the camera. Eventually everyone was either drunk (or stoned) enough to be weird, and it was fun. Although Matt mooned everyone (and freaked out when I jabbed him in the butt with the marker - i wanted to draw a happy face). Drew plenty of weird drunken little pictures of various things (uploaded to
PHOTOBUCKET). Eventually discovered that the marker worked a lot better on skin than it did on paper, and drew only on myself from then on - and Jay too, but THEY MADE ME DO IT (feel thankful I refused to be talked into drawing the Hulk on your face >_> ).
Dr Banner
Pelted by gamma rays
TURNS INTO THE HULK
na na na naa na na
At one point I ended up chugging one drink (oh god so awful) after Chris claimed I wasn't drinking fast enough.. poured another one with at least three or four different kinds of alcohol in it (and a 7up!). I don't remember if I finished that last one or not. Hell I don't even remember how I got upstairs and ended up watching Chris and James play... something. Poker, I think. At some point (I think it was maybe two in the morning) I decided to stumble off to bed.
Unfortunately, I let myself pass out without actually drinking any water or anything.
I paid for that Sunday morning.
Hell, all of Sunday.
I REGRET NOTHING.
So yeah, skip several hours early Sunday morning (>_>

, everyone eventually gets up and makes fun of the Laurel curled up on the little couch and grumbling about random things. Eventually I managed to get up, amidst more evil jokes about food and "water" (I will destroy you, Jay

), helped pack and clean (sort of), and finally we were on our way home. Made two stops - one for a quick stop to the dump to drop off all the garbage and crap we'd accumulated, and another for Kawartha ice cream (yummies!). Too bad I was still feeling too yuck to finish my milkshake, it was damn good.
Slept most of the trip to Matt's after that... somehow ended up with a fscking backache not long after waking up. Got a ride home from Ryan (laughed at James' slushie addiction), and finally got to my house... and was greeted by hungry cats. I fed them kibble - still felt too queasy (car rides never help that) to stand the smell of wet cat food. Euch.
Went online for a few hours to bug people in chat, and eventually went to bed.
Fell asleep sometime after 8PM... got up at 11AM this morning.
Nothing like a good fourteen to fifteen hour sleep to cure what ails ya.
And now I'm hungry and I think I'll go make lunch. It'll be the first thing I've eaten since sometime Saturday night (and that was some of a bag of BBQ chips). I don't really count the strawberry milkshake, since I only had half of that and it was mostly liquid.
Bye people.