Great balls of fire

It was opening weekend at the Lake House. We celebrated Canada Day with a mix of a dozen friends coming and going and, well… a lot of alcohol. Unfortunately there wasn’t much sunshine, but there were still more empties than clouds in the sky. And, somehow I managed to sear an exact replica of my new bikini directly onto my chest like a branded cow. Speaking of which, the theme of the weekend was MeatFest 2007. Vegetarians stop reading now. After consuming little more than sausage, bacon, kielbasa, chorizo, prosciutto, steak and salmon, the last supper culminated with both prime rib AND lamb. Witnessing the men pull their testacles from their lungs after jumping into the freezing water I decided to save waterskiing for a warmer weekend. But, in a weak moment I did dive in only to jump out quicker than I went in. Brrr! Thankfully I could warm up by the fire while roasting horse hooves (a.k.a. marshmallows) at the s’more bar or with a shot of Fireball. Mmm, it’s like cinnamon hearts in a glass. Ya, with a splash of paint remover. The inaugural Lake Cowichan 5k Fun Run got cancelled and surprisingly so did the Canada Day Recovery Run, but we did cheer on the FIFA U-20 World Cup in between taking naps, reading gossip magazines and A LOT of eating. We also played a game of Killer Bunnies which would have killed us if we hadn’t abandoned it for a rousing game of Catch Phrase compliments of the Panda and the Unicorn. The lasting visual I took away this weekend, other than a certain MUSCLE TOP (insert pointer fingers making a circular motion under your arms here), is apparently the only thing that looks worse than baggy spandex... are balls. “Lift and pull, lift and pull.”