No, I’m not Alannis nor am I poetic in any way but I do know irony when I see it or banged over the head with it…. whichever.
This past weekend saw me scooting up to Whistler for a little get away with Bruce as we had access to a cabin friday night & a suite at the Westin on Saturday where we were able to divide our time between his friends & my friends respectively.
So friday after work a REALLY excited Bruce came & picked me up. I now understand how annoying I can be when I’m anxious to get going. I wasn’t done packing and all he could do was mill around & ask ‘how much longer?’ and make several trips to the truck.
We didn’t get up there too much ahead of his buddies. All of his friends were coming up for the weekend for a country music festival which we hadn’t actually committed to (actually, made people think we were attending but kind of had to break at the last minute that well, Trooper (I know, not country) was not our favourite). We had planned a relaxing day at the beach so I had gone out & bought a new cooler that has speakers built in that you can hook your ipod up to. So I was pretty stoked. When it started to actually rain, I finally gave up, did some shopping & settled in for an afternoon of napping… and I needed it.
See the friends that we were meeting up with on Friday night in the cabin were not only all guys but all guys that were on a makeshift stag… great. Not my first time on a stag but was hoping this would be my last. It’s not like these guys are threatening in any way.. quite the opposite… can we say geeky? proof was when there were just 3 guys on the stag. Felt like I was in Sideways except I knew the guys were getting married.
Anyways, so we dressed him up. We put on the t-shirt & added a check list of things to do. We gave him an inflatable sheep complete with “entry way”, and the piece de resistance was not the kiddie cowboy hat but rather the noose around his neck. He tried to take it off but our over excited, hyper organizer wouldn’t have it. He insisted he wear it.
So we arrived at Bills. Bruce & I go in and were wondering where the 3 stooges were. After about 10 minutes, they finally trickled in.. Turns out there was a small problem at the door. They didn’t like the noose. WELL, that’s not entirely true. THEY didn’t have a problem with the noose but felt that perhaps the patrons of the evening would as you see, there was a fundraiser going on.. A fundraiser for suicide prevention as about a year ago their friend had HUNG himself & so this was in honor of him…………………………….. um, yea.
Timing IS everything.