Leaving Toronto for the cottage
Trip Start Jun 27, 2008
6Trip End Jul 02, 2008
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The roads there were just excruciatingly beautiful. I took the crazy Google "avoid highways" way again. There wer lakes everywhere, pine trees and roads through craggy rock cuts. I arrived without any problems at the marina about an hour early, and the people that run it, invited me in after it started raining. So I was writing this while children play cards and watch Judge Judy all around me.
Ken and Jen finally arrive at about 4:30, they were out shopping for food and things
Anyway, pretty much as soon as they got there, we left for Ken's cottage on a little motor boat. The place is breathtakingly beautiful. I kept screaming like a little girl "Eeeee it's so prettyyyy!" because that was the best way to vocalize my emotions at the time... I guess....
We got to Ken's little red roofed cottage in the middle of nowhere, which lies at the other end of Ashby Lake. I got a whole bed to myself, because nobody else showed up. We had a beer and Ken cooked some deer meat sausages that Jen brought. We also drank my tetra-pak wine that I brought (pretty awful) and just mostly hung out and stuff.
Ken brought out the "electric flyswatters" and proceeded to kill everything in sight with a single swipe.
I love people's cottages because mostly they're filled with junk they just don't want in their own homes anymore. So there are rooster placemats, and tacky plates, mismatched furniture and funny/weird art on the walls, including a calendar from 1989 (found in the outhouse). I think I probably passed out at about 8 p.m., this was directly a result of the Knob Creek bourbon Ken generously doled out to us apres le souper.
I remember Jen was sleeping with Ken at the time this happened. We were drunk in her kitchen and she asked me what to do because he didn't want a relationship. I was like, screw him, he's stupid. Looking back on it, I wonder if Ken wanted some other arrangement with all three of us. Hopefully not.