MAY24

For those of you that don't live in Canada, here we have a holiday weekend in May called Victoria day. Pretty much it's a three day weekend that people party and set off fire works, preferably out of the city.

This year I had the lucky and amazing privilege to head out of the city with some pretty amazing people to a friends farm. I know this sounds weird, a farm. But it was unreal. This guys family owns a farm house about an hour from a city, on the escarpment. AKA, beautiful places to hike and cave//rock climb, copious areas to engage in debaucherous activities and have an all around good time.

My family wasn't really too interested in listening to me yammer on about my adventure, so I guess I'll just go on about it here and attempt to go over the weekend, since I have yet to do a recap myself. If you're not in the mood to be bored and listen to a random go on about their weekend, now is your chance to bail, aka spoiler alert: this shit could get boring.

I originally only planned on staying up for one night, buuuuuut then when I got in it was totally awesome, and was convinced to stay the extraa night. Also it was totally a weekend of perfect weather. When I pulled up it was about 25-degrees and sunny with a light breeze-- weather that continued for the remainder of my stay. A-maze. After that point it was the beginning of the end.

The weekend began with a relaxing beer in the shade, a little frizz-bee followed by a little football, followed by some more beers, followed by some kush, followed by a nature walk, followed by more beers, followed by dinner, followed by more beers, kush and walking. At this point it was only about 9pm and I was totaled beyond reason. So the only logical explanation would be to kill a few jagerbombs and beers. I had never partied with these people before and let me tell you, they brought hardcore to a new level. I didn't think I was going to make it, but somehow I did. I can't really recount much after those jagers, but I'm sure the times were good. I do recall getting into a fair bit of trouble around 4am when there was a giggle festival in the basement followed by Hayds mother flipping a shiiiit at us, and telling us to pull it together. Somehow I made it through the night without a vom and then woke up without a hangover...whhhat?

Day 2. I was planning on leaving. I'm so silly. Apparently I wasn't going anywhere, my car keys were confiscated anyway by a pair of highly persuasive red heads. I was easily convinced to stay another day, and was totally glad I did. We did some really amazing hiking and climbed down into some really legit caves, which I am totally going back to,to explore more. We did some intense free-face rock climbing and a ton of hiking. Since I have never had them, I never really realized how great it is to have really athletic people in your life who are willing to take risks like that and challenge their bodies in that way. I've usually been alone on that front, but not this weekend. Anyway, I digress.

After we got back it was time for some beers and a much deserved lunch followed by some volleyball, followed by a combination of kush, beers, catch, chance, walks, and playing with the dog until dinner. After dinner the shit hit the fan. We turned it up to 11 for the fireworks and bonfire. After the fireworks it was pretty much a blurr as well. I do recall all the gals going to bed at some point, at which point I collapsed into a heap on the floor and passed out, without (once again to my surprise) riding the vomit comet.

Monday, time to cleanup and head home. Exhaustion was overwhelming and I had to get my head in the game for the drive home, which obviously I did as I am here writing this. In conclusion I rank the weekend an 11 out of 10. It was a rockin good time with amazing people.