Elaine decided that everyone needed to be up at 9am on Saturday so that we could leave by 9:30. I didn't see the reason for this, since other years we have left as late as noon. Anyway, we picked up Michelle and everything fit in the car, so yay! The drive up was pretty uneventful.
Throughout the weekend, Michelle began to read the 7th HP book to me. I think I am already around chapter 6; Elaine has yet to finish the book.
There weren't a billion people this year, but still more than 40 according to a count they did at breakfast. We successfully set up our tent and got settled. The hamburgers were burnt, so I just ended up having a hotdog and 2 pieces of corn on the cob (mmmm). I managed to escape the weekend with only two tiny bug bites on my right wrist. Michelle and I ran karaoke, with Pete's help, and I think it went well. I kinda got bitchy with one girl near the beginning, but it didn't escalate and things got better once we figured out a system. I sang a bunch of songs with Michelle and I sang "If You're Not the One" solo, but I think I sucked at it. :/ I didn't go in the pool because it is built in a place where it is always in the shade, and I don't really like being cold.
Omg, I had no idea dew could be so freezing cold! I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and walked barefoot through about 10 metres of grass/lawn. So so cold! When I got back to the tent, I pull on a sweater and blanket on top of my sleeping bag. I was worried that Michelle might be too cold, but then remembered that she likes being cold, so it was okay.
I had a really weird dream in the morning. In my dream, we were already awake. I think that kind of made it even harder to wake up. Anyway, in the dream, an elderly person had died over night and this guy asked Michelle to pray with him over the body. My dream self walked away, saying, "I don't do prayer." and went back in the tent. Then, later in the dream, the tent had collapsed and I felt like I was suffocating, but Michelle pushed it up and I was okay. When we got out of the tent (still in the dream) there was this guy and these girls were all bugging him that he had to sing a song before he could leave. Well, he starts singing this really dirty song about getting head, etc. By the way, this is a family party. Anyway, I go up to the house and all the girls are in cheerleader outfits and the guys are all trying to get action, in a stage musical sort of way. It was weird. I was able to wake up shortly after that.
We also left fairly early this year as well. Elaine likes to stay behind and help clean up, so we tried to help. I was still groggy and my broken toe hurt since the night before. (Apparently I had been home almost a week and Elaine had no idea that I had a broken toe!) Got the car all packed up and Ian drove to his apartment in Toronto. It looks like a nice property on the outside. (I haven't seen the inside yet.) Then Elaine drove us to Michelle's place to pick up her car. We ended up getting home before Elaine by about 2 hours.
Michelle brought over The Devil Wears Prada and it was quite good. I especially enjoyed the cinematography, and the story wasn't bad either. After that, Liz ordered pizza and the 3 of us went to pick it up, since I couldn't effectively explain the way. (I'm not exactly sure why I went. Maybe because Ed gave me the money?)
Anyway, 'za and table conversation. Ed must have been in a good mood, cuz he had some great jokes! Afterwards, we watched The Fountain. When I had seen the preview in theatres, I thought it was going to be some sappy flick, but it was actually really good. I would give it 5 stars (out of 5). After that, Michelle went to bed because she was tired. We watched the "making of" extra (which was horribly long) and since then I have been down here checking email & LJ.
You probably don't care, but today I left my foot untaped. My toe still looks bruised and swollen, and it definitely still hurts. I'm wondering if I actually should get it x-rayed. I have heard stories about doctors having to re-break a bone because it didn't heal properly. But then there is the part of me that doesn't care. I hurt myself deliberately in other ways, so why should this matter? My body is already beyond youth (I'm not kidding), so why should it matter? I don't know. I might have Mark look at it when I see him.
Anyway, I am getting tired and it is nearing med time. Hopefully I will have more to update tomorrow.