Weblog Entry - 08/05/2003: "The Proper Canadian Way"

Long weekend went something like this.

Friday

Software engineering group project demo at 4:30PM. Went well despite the fact one of the group members tried to add a last minute login/logout feature that broke and whenever you needed to relogin to the system you had to restart the app. Also, our testing strategy was non-existent. \m/
Slept 7PM-2AM.

Saturday

Bought some Subway for "breakfast".
At 4:30AM I jumped in a car with my housemate to travel to a friend's camp outside Gore Bay (on Manitoulin Island). We were told it's a three and a half hour drive to the ferry on at the tip of Bruce Peninsula and to get there really early for the 11:20AM ferry because the long weekend would be insane, even for walk-ons (we weren't taking our car on because you'd usually have to reserve way ahead of time to get on... besides it's an extra $50 or so).
Traveled a couple hours in thick fog. Little to no traffic.
I had to listen to horrible music. I put a stop to it when Matchbox 20 came on. :(
Get to Tobemoury (where ferry docks are) at 7:30AM. Three hour drive and the place is pretty desolate except for some cars starting to line up for the next ferry.
Buy our walk-on tickets and bum around the "town" for three hours going into every small shop and restaurant. I bought some swimming shorts because the dumbass I am, forgot my pair at home. Ate breakfast.
Read for another hour. I somewhat studied for my Digital Systems exam on Thursday.
Get on ferry. Walk-ons are first-come, first-served... and we could've arrived in town at 11:10AM and got on just fine. But no, we left way too freaking early.
Study Matrix Algebra on ferry and check out hot chicks.
Friends pick us up at the other side, hour drive to the camp.
Before going to the camp, stop at the local LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario). It is literally a tiny room with little walking space at the side of a convenience store. A 10 year old is working the credit card machine. I get a 40oz. of Canadian Club and 2L of Coke. Convenient that I can get both at the same place. I was the only one carded because I look fifteen years old.
Get to friend's camp at 2PM or so; put sleeping bag, pillow, etc. in tent and go to their cabin to drink.
Go into town to check out the "sites". Went to a bluff/cliff, took some pictures, then went into town and walked along the marina. Got some ice cream at a place outside town (Campbell's, I think?) Nothing too exciting.
Put on my new snazzy swimming shorts/trunks... ok, they're not snazzy, just black - like my soul. Head to the neighbours for beach volleyball. I suck at volleyball. With alcohol, my suckitude reaches epic proportions. Especially when the volleyball is in one foot of water.
It's about this time that things get fuzzy. I was mixing my drink about 50/50 and drank it like beer. I really don't remember the next hour or so. When we get back to the cabin I guess I went inside and then ran outside and puked. My forehead was down in my puke. I just remember leaning over the bushes with vomit on the ground. For the next couple hours I rely on other people to relay my happenings.
I was helped by two people to a lawnchair out back. I guess I was resisting them when walking - pushing back with my feet while they were taking me forward. I lost a sandle.
Dry-heaved in a chair for three hours, constantly moaning. I don't remember any of this.
Did I mention that I was out at 7PM? From now on out I became known as "The Rookie". Every August long weekend there's a party at this camp and someone new ends up fucked up. This year, that was me.
Other friends take off to a local dance while I'm passed out.
My friend's parents own the camp and her mother is a nurse... so she was checking up on me every thirty minutes. She would ask me questions to make sure I was responsive. One line of questioning:
Her: What's your name?
*pause*
Me: Derek.
Her: What day of the week is it?
*pause*
*pause*
Me: Too much work.
*pass out again*
At 1AM or so two people wake me up and carry me to a couch on the porch. I think I said "oh poop" at one point.
That night I missed the dance, a campfire, and other drunken shenanigans. :(

Sunday

Sleep twelve hours and wake up at 7:30AM or so the next morning. Get a couple glasses of water and sit out on the porch watching humming birds for a couple hours. Suprising, I wasn't that hung over.
Go to the tents to see if I can wake some people up for breakfast because I want some food + start drinking again. One of them says they'll be down in abit.
Head back to the cabin and wait around. No one's coming so I say fuckit and mix another drink.
11:30AM, my friend's mother takes my drink away. :D
I find out what happened the previous night. Friends finally show up, eat pancakes.
I think we just sat around for a bit inside. Soaked some watermelon and honeydew in vodka.
Headed to another neighbours and jumped in their hot tub.
Went out on said neighbours' boat. I went first... tubing. The driver (friend's brother) started out slow since it was my first time but soon he was whipping around trying to flip me. Sure enough, it happened at one turn but being the determined retardo that I am, I tried to hold on and flip myself back over. Now here I am with the tube on top of me in the air and I'm below it, head above water. Then, my shorts go. So I'm under the tube with my shorts around my knees ready to fly off. Flip my body around and my balls get nailed with water, shorts drop to my ankles and mouth fills with water. I decide that it's finally not worth it and let go. Friends have a good laugh at my expense, although they didn't see me naked since I was under the tube. How disappointing.
One person goes tubing and another one wakeboarding. I thought wakeboarding looked fun but my strength for it wasn't there at this point.
Headed back in, got a snack and a nap. Woke up to BBQ'd food and finished my drink from the morning.
Went to the first neighbour's place with drinks and vodka fruit. Got into drinking games. Ying-Yang-Yu and Mexicali. Trouble all around. I did pretty well, although I was still sober at this point. After everyone checks out on the games since they're too drunk to remember the rules, we head outside for some more drinks, fruit, and smoke.
I head to bed at 3:30AM. Sleeping in the tent with four people was a little tight. There wasn't as much snoring, kicking, and talking in sleep as I thought there would be.

Monday

Woke up at 9:30AM. Pack up, head to the cabin and ate a grilled cheese with oj. Friends are in worse shape than me. Leave at 11:30AM for the ferry.
The next ferries are at 1:30PM and 5:50PM. We were thinking it'd be insane for the Monday after the long weekend as everyone's heading home down south so we'd have to wait around until 6PM. But no, we get to the dock at 12:30PM and are the first line for the next ferry.
I don't like the word ferry. :(
Sleep + studying + checking out more chicks on ferry. Sunny ride home. More poopy music. :(
Went to bed last night at 9PM and slept for almost fourteen hours.
Evaluating now, I just may be fucked for my first exam on Thursday.