Post vacatiion

I am back, but still feeling lazy as fuck.  We had a good time.  Relaxed, had fun.  Too much sun (C), too much drinking (me), so now it is slowly back to normal.  C, right now is looking for a new tattooist.  His friend who was doing his tattoo is going away for a couple of years.
   I don't know what it is, but ever since mid-last week I have been feeling very blah.  At first I thought it was that bitch of a heat wave (and yeah, it did kind of fuck with our vacation), but now I think it is just weird.  I should be energized and ready to hit the ground running, but I am not.  Maybe it is because of the news that C's best friend is going to be in jail for a while.  I mean, I don't like the guy, but C does not exactly have a lot of people in his life from when he was younger.  Part of me feels guilty, because I really don't like C hanging around the guy.  I know, I sound like one of those people who doesn't want their partner around anyone but them, but that really isn't it.  It is this guy in particular.  And here is why:
1.  He was C's best drinking buddy.  And call me odd but it seems like hanging around the folks you used to drink with might lead to, well, drinking again.
2.  He always talks about the "party days", and talks about C like he was a superhero to alcoholics everywhere.
3.  He makes digs at C about me.   About being gay period.  I cannot understand for the life of me how he can be friends with someone who is so fucking rude and lacks respect for him as a person.

    There, that is my rant.

Chateaux de (some french name I can't be arsed to look up)

Okay, first the complaints, because, well it's me and we all know I gotta bitch.  Despite pictures to the contrary it was not as secluded as the web site let on,  which was not a surprise, as I have been a cottager since I was all of about 4.  Despite having linen's provided I think the thread count on the bed sheets was about an 8, and the towels were about as thick as the tissue paper.  However, again, as someone who is familiar with cottaging I brought my own sheets (1200 count, yeah, I like comfort when I sleep) and proper towels that actually dry you.  Not that you needed to really dry.  The water on you skin had time to dry before the next icy cold or scalding hot drop hit.  Those were your choices on the low flow (my coffee maker has a higher water flow) shower head, no in between, either freezing cold or roast your ass off.  Although officially a non-smoking and no pet area you could hear and see several dogs, and our place REEKED of pot the moment we moved in.  It took a whole lot of febreeze to get rid of the stench of old pot and stale beer.  (Yeah, I brought febreeze, because I know how people "clean" cottages).  Oh yeah, and the area is "family orientated" which means the playground, which is actually far away from out cabin, can still be heard until almost midnight every night.

   What was good?  None of the shit above mattered more than when you were actually in said shower.  It was fucking awesome!  Beautiful cottage, other than the butt ugly furniture that probably rocked in 1978, the cottage itself was gorgeous.  fireplace, full kitchen, whirlpool tub, which with the proper combination of cold and hot intervals you could get to a comfortable temperature.  We had a dock, canoe, kayaks, paddleboats, all at our disposal.  I know you are all thinking I sat about and drank my face off for 10 days and nights.  But  despite my best laid plans, that did not happen.  We hiked, we biked, we spent days on the water, fishing, canoing.  I found I like canoeing a hell of a lot.  I've always been appreciative of the great outdoors, but this is the first time ever I spent days communing with mother nature.  Rain or shine, we were outside every day doing something physical, and C was in his element, much more skilled at paddling and hiking, though I can kick his ass at biking.
   On Friday Jake came up with his friend, and some drinking was done, though I don't think a single night anyone was actually more than a bit buzzed.  Jake's friend was actually such a good fit it was hard to think of him as a newcomer, he blended in so seamlessly, even with C, who tends to be very quiet with new people.
   On a whole, my time away was exhausting in a much needed relaxing way.  Am I ready to take on the world again?  Fuck no!  I am ready to win the lottery and spend the rest of my life in some secluded hideaway.  But I do feel like the summer from hell had a bit of a reprieve, and four more weeks until I can look back on this summer and have something to smile about:D

II am a bad blogger

But to tell the truth the last few posts have been so fucking bitchy I did not want to post yet another post complaining about fucking everything.  Soooo.... Pride next weekend.  Yay!  I wish I could say I am really looking forward to it, but I would be lying.  I am just so tired lately.  But then, in three little weeks....
   Oh but first, So this guy at C's work was selling Stag and Doe tickets.  I do not know if you people not from Canada do this, but basically everyone connected with the wedding is charged with selling tickets to the stag and doe, which is a party only MAYBE 1/5 of all who buy tickets go to, but it is considered somewhat rude not to buy the ticket when asked even if you have never met this person.  So C bought a ticket from this guy at work, with no intention of going.  The next day the guy is selling raffle tickets to same s&d.  Seriously?  you just got $25 out of the man now you are going to go for another $10?  So yeat again, C buys, not because he wants to, but because he does not want to appear to be cheap.  Because apparently not helping pay for strangers' wedding is YOU being cheap.  Yeah, I'm not a fan of the whole stag and doe bullshit.  I have no problem with the concept of fund raising, but not by selling tickets to people you hope have enough of a life not to show at some stranger's pre-wedding party.  You make money liquoring up your friends and family enough that bad decisions are made and awkward memories mar the wedding.  Geez people, get it right.
   He fucking won the big prize.  Yeah, take that!  10 days in some cottage on the lake.   Yeah, in three weeks I am going to take a vacation.  10 days!  I am so fucking excited.  I love cottage country.  Mind you this is not where I am used to going.  This one is in Quebec.  Get me, world fucking traveller:P  It is only 30 minutes out of Ottawa, but it has some french name I can't remember, which makes it that much more uber cool.
So now I am going to brush up on my french.... nah, not really.  Just going to work.  Have a great day.

Finally, no connection to the post, but cutest pic I have seen this week and wanted to share: