Okay so my posts have been a bit cranky rather than glass half full lately for whatever reason. For Yrautcas sake I'll try to make this one a little less Debbie Downer!

This past long weekend I went up to a friends cottage for 4 days and had a blast. We drank appalling amounts of alcohol, sat around a blazing fire and played a few silly games (which of course landed me with a gigantic bruise on my arm and I now have to wear longer shirts to work this week.....only it's 30 degrees outside and I don't really have any 3/4 length shirts...fuck). We also met a bunch of 20 year old boys errrr men who loved nothing more than to hear their own voices. Of course us ladies secretly named a few of them: (Please note NONE of us were interested in them they just wanted to party with some old folks and try to impress not only the women but the men as well with their ridiculous stories)

Chatty Kathy, loved loved loved to talk about himself and how wonderful he was, how great his work was and how much he knew about everything.

Dirty Stache, also loved to talk non stop however was more tolerable than CK. I would assume his nickname would be self explanatory ..... but if you don't get it, he had a wee bit of peach fuzz above his top lip.

Those two were brothers and had a father up there who was nice enough.....to the men....but seemed to dislike the ladies. He gave all our male friends shirts from his bar, wanted to take them tubing (or toobing) etc. Where the fuck is my shirt buddy???

FNG: fucking new guy.....he came up later than the rest, seemed pleasant enough though could barely stand up as he was soooooo wasted. I didn't really talk to him as he wasn't able to function much less carry on a conversation.

There was another one who let's just say LD dubbed my boyfriend....I'll leave it at that because it's super mean....but kinda funny all at the same time! He really seemed to look up to one of our male friends and would repeat everything that he said which after a few cocktails made the ladies laugh. It's funny how we can just look at one another and automatically lose it with a glance.

So anyway for whatever reason this group of people kept coming over to our fire and hanging out with us. I forget how they originally showed up or how we became their new best friends but they were around a lot. They were great for entertainment albeit slightly annoying as "I hate them" was uttered more than once from the gals but I did laugh like crazy more than once.

There's also an embarrassing story about yours truly that I shall never repeat but I was crying I was laughing so hard at myself. Partly mortifying and partly fucking hilarious!

I've vowed to take it easy after the 20th and tone it down a bit as I really enjoyed this summer a little too much if you know what I mean. Too much partying and random bruises do not do a body good! It's time to get back to my goals, read some books, get my ass to the gym and relax a bit. Unfortunately my throat started to feel a bit odd last night, tight (if that makes any sense) like it's swollen and hurts when I swallow. Cross your fingers it's just a sore throat and nothing worse like strep cause I have a long long day at work tomorrow and no time for Dr's appointments! Oi!