Being from the West Coast, it has taken me a while to understand the fascination with people and their cottages. That is, until Thursday night. We were invited to this medical thing at one of the anaesthetists and urologist cottages on Wolfe Island, just 30 minutes from Downtown Kingston. It took a ferry to get there, which we had to wait for because the dock hydraulics were broken and the ferry couldn't dock. The cottage was amazing. Although I would dare call it a house and not a cottage. It looked magnificent, along with their new dock and new boat. It must be nice to have a lot of money. They not only had the event catered, but they rented a bus to shuttle people back and forth between the cottage and the ferry. How the upper class live.
We decided to go swimming as soon as we got there... which turned out to be a bit of a mistake, since I lost my contacts upon diving into the water. I tried to close my eyes shut, but apparently it didn't work. Luckily, the anaesthetist who owned the house has the same prescription as me, and was kind enough to loan me a pair. Funny enough these days, there was no warning label on them saying don't share contacts with people (there seems to be warning labels on everything else for just about everything that could possibly happen to you while using the product). The best part of the night however were the kids. There were four kids who had been paid to help run around and get everyone drinks, sort of like little helper elves. They were awesome and very hard working so lots of people got really drunk. They even had signs encouraging people to tip them.
All in all it was a really fun night. I can't wait to get my own cottage. Maybe when Donna is making the big bucks, she will let me get one.
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Do you have spellcheck on this thing or did you lose that with your contatacts???
We're going to squat in your cottage...that's the only way we'll get close to one! Hee hee..and we're bringing the dog to mark the territory.
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