Anchors Away!!!!!

I don't really know how I can sum up this past weekend except to say

"It was the BEST TIME EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So much has happened over the weekend that really, I'm going to have write about it each day as though it was happening live. Think of this as a 3 day delay as the debaucherous behaviour is not fit for TV.

On the ride up to Sicamous, I divulged to Joanna & Sarah that I've adopted a new outlook on life. Yes, a few months ago, when I started dating reverse name I was a little remiss as the summer was approaching & that's a great time to play & have a general good time. Well, after we broke up, I felt like I was given a 2nd chance and wonder to myself: What if this is the last summer I'll ever be single again? If you were given one more opportunity to be single again, how would you spend your time?

Ha ha.. ya..... me too.

On thursday evening aboard the Marjorie, 23 people came together to what would be one of the funnest weekends ever experienced. Not everyone knew eachother but rather it was pockets of friends that amalgamated. Our captain, was pretty keen on screening potential boat mates to ensure a good mix of laughs, fun & debauchery.

Guests included: Me, Stine, Shaloa, Hatcher, Krista, Joanna, Cheryl, Sarah, Sara, Cynthia, Ally, Paul, Matt, Vincent, Shane, Sean, Chris, Daryl, Spencer, Jo, Duke, Heather, Ian & Chelsea.

We left dock at 7 to the tune of "Shake that Ass" Too bad that half of us were already sauced.
So by the time we docked at a quiet beach, we were pretty much just running around like a gong show. I don't know how I stayed up til after 4 in the morning but the game of "Never have I ever" was just getting good & didn't want to pass that up.

I do know that there were many things said Thursday night that we thought was the funniest ever but for the life of me friday could not remember. In fact, Ally & Vincent were no where to be found friday as they were basically holding themselves & crying all day.

Needless to say, this past weekend was spent doing everything under the sun except sleeping. The first night I tried out the cupboard situation but found it way too stifling hot & stuffy not to mention it's at the back of the boat & I could not only smell the diesel but the fish the boys caught also reeked. So I opted for the kitchen table the latter two evenings. (for those of you who have not houseboated, the cupboard is well, really a hole in the wall where a bed fits & the table is a convertable bed. It just happens to be where we also eat breakfast). I have no idea why I signed up to make breakfast on Sunday morning. I suppose it's better then having to clean it as by that time standing was a difficult notion.

I'll sign off on thursday by saying..... he was 25! not 19.