| A Weekend Away |
There’s nothing like spending a weekend in the middle of absolutely nowhere with amazing friends at a cottage where there is nothing to do but eat, laugh and drink excessive amounts of alcohol.
The first task in realizing such fun is, of course, getting there.
The first issue is realizing such fun is that I am married to a man who, although not directionally challenged, essentially likes to find his way without directions, which basically translates into a painful journey of bickering and nagging.
As a woman imaging the conversation between him and his buddy decidedly planning our weekend, I pictured it to be something like this:
Rich: We’re going to head up to the cottage Friday afternoon and make sure the beers are cold. Mark: (Thumbs up) Awesome.
Rich: You remember how to get there?
Mark: Yes, I am a male and I don’t need directions to drive down completely pitch black roads into the middle of nowhere for hours and hours where my cell phone won't have service. We’ll be fine, just make sure the beers are cold! I’m sure I will need one after getting lost and listening to my wife incessantly yell, nag and bitch about being lost, but don’t worry, I don't need directions.
And so the fun began....
Although getting from point A to point B seems simple enough, throw in unlit desolate country roads and a bitchy wife who wouldn’t stop nagging about the importance of directions and having to pee, and you’ve got yourself a bicker fest worthy of an Olympic gold medal.
Even after we finally arrived to our destination town, we still had no idea where to go. You would think finding our way would be simple in a town that is so small the liquor store is just a tiny little trailer, but needless to say, we were still lost. Finding a pay phone and requesting an escort to the cottage was all but we could do at this point.
We parked our butts right smack dab in the middle of the town and as we sat in the liquor store parking lot contemplating robbing the trailer and drowning our sorrows in a bottle of fine red vino, I couldn’t help but push one more button and ask Mark how he possibly couldn't know which direction we were supposed to go if he had opted not to get directions. “Something must look farmilliar," I bitched after suggesting heading south and leaving me the car keys on his way way to hell. His response was a loving hand on my knee and a sheepish “I Love You”.
Eventually our friends arrived to rescue us. Above their screeching tires and howls of laughter at our ridiculously retarded journey and how we managed to end it in the parking lot of a liquor store, they still managed to make us howl with laughter right along with them as they screamed out their car window, “Are you guys divorced yet?”
And so our weekend of excessive laughing, eating, drinking, gazing at calm lake waters, colourful fall scenery, the stars and hanging out with some of the best friend’s one could ever hope for began.
If only the light at the end of the dark tunnel we journeyed to get there wasn’t so blinding. I think all of our heads still hurt from the amount of alcohol we consumed. Labels: Friends, Vacation |
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I was wondering where you have been. Glad you had a great weekend and glad you are back!
Yes, I am a male and I don’t need directions to drive down completely pitch black roads into the middle of nowhere for hours and hours where my cell phone won't have service. We’ll be fine, just make sure the beers are cold! I’m sure I will need one after getting lost and listening to my wife incessantly yell, nag and bitch about being lost, but don’t worry, I don't need directions.
Guys don't say this. just say "Dude! Duh!" and all of this is understood.
Oh my gosh! My dad used to pretend he knew exactly where he was going. And we would only find out after that he took the "scenic route".
Good that such an inauspicious beginning turned out so well!
Hubba-hubba did the same thing once, only it was in the backwoods of Pennsylvania, a place neither of us had been before. We were supposed to be going to his aunt's house, and finally at 3am he admitted defeat. I had begun the evening by yelling, and by about 1am, I was reduced to weakly asking if we could just stop at a hotel every time we passed one.
The good news is, we laugh about that to this day.
lol! Sounds like fun. I have recently aquired a taste for beer. Mucho dangerous para calorie intake... EEK.
It's all about the adventure of finding the place. I can't understand why women don't get it..
Trey knows better than to even think about going somewhere w/o directions. I don't even give him the chance. Just go w/o him knowing, and print out directions from the internet and sneak them along on the trip from now on!
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