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Birthday Tubing & the Boot Scootin’ Boogie

On Saturday my good friend Sherrie turned the big 2-9, and quite the birthday celebration ensued. I am not sure how she’s going to top it next year when she turns dirty thirty, but knowing Sherrie I’m sure she’ll figure out a way.

Evan and I met up with Sherrie and some of her closest friends on Saturday afternoon at Lakeridge Ski Resort, aka my old stomping grounds, for some snow tubing!


Sherrie and her luscious mermaid locks are right up front.

I haven’t been skiing for years (though the last time I went I also hadn’t been for years and as soon as I was on my skis I felt like I had never stopped), but I have never been tubing before. I have always wanted to do it, so I am very glad Sherrie chose it as her birthday activity and forced me out there. Evan had never been either.


You are pulled up to the top of the hill, and then you ride your tube down, with up to six fellow tubers at a time.


We had seven people in our group, so we had to split up.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as intense as a rollercoaster, and that’s what I got. I can not believe how fast we went and how much fun it was. I could do nothing but scream my face off the entire way down.

The way up was a little more leisurely…



I was afraid I was going to fall out of my tube, or my tube was going to come unhooked and I would slide down the hill knocking into everyone and bringing them down with me… much like my very first ski experience on the bunny hill tow rope which we will not talk about because it was one of my most embarrassing moments. But I was all good. I stayed in my tube and my tube stayed hooked up.

Surprisingly, the most embarrassing thing didn’t happen to me, it happened to the guy who worked there. There were four of us going down together and he was standing in front of all our tubes to stop us from sliding down while we waited for the people in front of us. But somehow our group started sliding, and we slid into him and totally took him out. He fell directly on top of us and almost came down the hill with us. He bailed at the last second, but we saw the fear in his eyes. I don’t think I have ever seen someone look so afraid. When we got to the top and saw him again he said that was the first time he has ever fallen on a group of tubes like that. I’m glad it was ours because it was hilarious.

Eventually we stopped for dinner, and I had my second poutine in two days from the chalet.


They are not both mine. But the bigger one is. I did not realize when I ordered it that it was going to be a full dinner-sized plate piled with fries and that amount of cheese and gravy. In hindsight maybe not the best idea. Good thing I worked it off with all that physical activity! (not) Ordering poutine is a tradition for me at Lakeridge. I was in the ski club in high school and that’s where we skied, and I always, always got a poutine. Every single time. So, you can’t mess with tradition.

After the tube party we headed back to Sherrie’s to get ready for our big night out with the birthday girl. We were unleashing our inner country at The Corral!


I have talked about the Corral before and how much we like it there. It is our favourite country bar. And actually that last time I just linked to I was with Sherrie and her friends also.

When we all went out to Lonestar a couple weekends ago I distinctly remember everyone being like “we’re going to all be wearing our western gear at the Corral, right? Let’s dress like cowboys!” and then it would seem I was the only one who followed through with that and dressed like a cowgirl. I had a bit of a Legally Blonde moment, like everyone told me it was a costume party but then I was the only one who dressed up.


Alright, not really. I just wanted to post that. Evan was clad in plaid also, and when you put a cowboy hat on him he looked like he was ready to go for a ride on his tractor.


That is probably my favourite picture ever taken of him. He had a realllllly good time.

Sherrie and I have a long history with the Corral.


Circa 2005


Circa Saturday night

I love my Sher Bear. And I love that she brought a bucket with her to drink out of. Bucket party of one. Normally that would be cause for getting kicked out of the Corral (they are strict), but on Saturday they seemed to like our shenanigans and Sherrie’s bucket. I guess because we are older, and therefore wiser.

You know my friends and I love our props, and Sherrie brought a pretty awesome one. Sometimes when we are on the dance floor we like to do the fish move. She will cast an invisible fishing rod and I will be the fish and it will hook me and I will dance over to her as she reels me in like I am her catch of the day. It’s not even as cool as it sounds, but it is kind of funny. Well no worries, this time we didn’t have to pretend. Sherrie brought a fishing rod along, so she could actually catch me and reel me in for real.


We even hooked a few plaid strangers.


Not sure if that beats the saxophone, but it is definitely up there. Sherrie also had an inflatable monkey, which is the hit of every party.



And we brought a blow-up birthday ring toss game.


And that gentleman in plaid is Sherrie’s birthday twin.

There were dance floor parties, as there always are.


And my favourite moment of the night is a toss up between when Sherrie and her friend Alicia got the ENTIRE dance floor to line dance to Boot Scootin’ Boogie, or when we had a dance floor dance-off and I won when I pulled out the dance floor air guitar.


Photo from a different dance floor air guitar long ago, but also at the Corral. Basically same thing.

Or when Evan gave the singer of the band the cowboy hat, and he wore it and then put it on the end of his guitar for a bit.


And the reason that moment was so awesome is because Evan was just ecstatic about the whole thing.


It was a hilarious and amazing night. I had so much fun.

And then we came home and Sherrie made Kraft dinner, because she makes it THE BEST!


So a really healthy day of eating coupled with my ginormous poutine. But I have managed to drag myself to the gym three times this week so…it counteracts, right? RIGHT?!

Anyway, good times. So glad Sherrie had a great birthday!


Texas Grillin’

Sandwiched between the Olympic-watching marathon that went down over here all weekend (I can’t get enough! I never want them to end!), I had a dinner date on Saturday night with my pals. We all met up at Lonestar Texas Grill, one of my favourite restaurants, to celebrate…nothing. The impending birth of Dawn’s baby I guess. But it was mostly just an excuse to get together.


You can see my glasses peeking out… Evan was sick all weekend with a horrible man cold, the poor little bunny, so sadly he had to miss the dinner. I have been wanting to take him to Lonestar for a very long time, as he has never been before and therefore never experienced their homemade tortillas and soft taco shells, which are pretty much the best on earth. And their salsa also, though I think they have switched up the recipe recently and I am not impressed about that. Not impressed at all. I may write a letter. But he couldn’t taste anything anyway due to his cold, so there really would have been no point.

I would like to point out that Dawn’s sister Melon just had laser eye surgery and was sporting sunglasses in the restaurant (and in the above photo) because it was a bit bright for her. It was not because she’s one of those people who wear sunglasses inside. You know the ones. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. Dawn is a very supportive sister and wore glasses of her own to make Melon feel better about it.



It was so nice to see everyone. And Sherrie’s luscious mermaid locks.


I had made reservations for 6:30, but the people who had our table before us weren’t finished their dinner when we arrived and ended up hanging out until about 7. We just waited in the bar, so it wasn’t a problem at all, but the manager felt bad and brought us free appetizers when we finally got our table to make up for our wait. He asked what we wanted and we told him to surprise us. I think he did well with his choices.




Sweet potato fries. And also some queso dip that was pretty delicious. This, of course, was in addition to the standard chips and salsa that are at every table.


We had four of those at our table, refilled twice. And I think we could have eaten more. So good.

And Corona margarita’s, heyeahhhh!


And a Caesar for me.

We were all full from the abundance of appetizers, but we soldiered on. This was the first time I have gone to Lonestar and not ordered fajitas. I just love them so much that I can’t seem to stray from them. But I saw that Cabo Tacos were new on the menu, so I decided to switch it up.


They were good, and I don’t know if I would use the word regret here…but I kind of wish I stayed with old faithful fajitas. Oh well, next time. And every time. Forever.

Lonestar has a giant foam cowboy hat that people get to wear when it’s their birthday, and since it was going to be Evan’s first time at Lonestar my plan was to say it was his birthday so he would get the full Lonestar experience with the hat. Sadly, Evan’s cold threw a wrench into that and we couldn’t embarrass him as planned.

But not to worry, we had a stand-in.


Dustin, who is really no stranger to looking ridiculous if you remember Sherrie’s Hawaiian party. He was more than happy to wear the foam cowboy hat and be sung to by the servers. He had no idea this was coming, either, and I know he thought the hat was for Dawn, so when he saw the team of servers marching through the restaurant carrying the hat to our table, he was originally all excited and clapping enthusiastically. And then when the servers stopped in front of him his face changed from absolute glee to absolute horror. It was really hilarious. But he was a good sport about it.


Like a true cowboy. Who doesn’t want to wear a giant foam cowboy hat that thousands of people have worn before you? I am no stranger to the hat either…


This picture is from my 28th birthday nearly three years ago…

Our server was a pretty huge fan of ours, and seemed to really enjoy our sense of humour. He took our minor harassment in stride every time. Like when he came over and asked if any of us had a red Ford F150 out in the parking lot (we didn’t) and Emily said “Melon, did you leave your baby in the car again?” (she didn’t) He liked that. So he was happy to saddle up for a ladies picture with us. He even rubbed Dawn’s belly.


Then we asked him if he had imprinted on the baby, and I don’t think he knew what we were talking about. But if you know Twilight, you know what we’re talking about!

And that about sums it up. Good times all around.


Cowboy Jack & Jill

Last night was FUN.

My friends Dave and Leanne (or you may know her as “Uncle Leon” in the comments section of my blog) are getting maaaarried in a few weeks so last night was their Jack and Jill! (also known as a Stag and Doe, and possibly Stag and Drag?)

I don’t know if Jack and Jill’s are primarily a Canadian thing, but basically you rent a hall, invite a many people as possible, sell a ton of booze, raffle a ton of prizes, and host a ton of games, with the goal of helping the bride and groom make money for their wedding.

I LOVE Jack and Jill’s, mainly because it is a giant party with an awesome mix of people: grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, family friends, and of course the younger crowd of the bride and groom’s friends.

High School Friends

Last night was like a childhood reunion for me.  Most of my good friends from high school were present (pictured above), as well as some rando’s thrown in who I haven’t seen in forever, some since elementary school!  It was a lot of fun catching up with them.

Before we hit up the J&J, Ando and I dropped by our friend Emily’s for a little barbecue dinner action.

Slider Burrrrgs

Slider burgers grilled up by Emily’s grillmaster boyfriend, and potato and Greek pasta salad that I brought along.  Those little burgers were gooood, and I scored a third without the bun that went unpictured.

Since the J&J was cowboy themed, we girls busted out our cowboy gear after dinner before heading to the party.


There were some games going on, and I was looking forward to Musical Chairs all evening.  When it was finally time to play I was the FIRST ONE OUT.  I felt like the first person voted off Survivor.  Tres disappointing.  I probably would have shoved someone off their chair and stolen their seat had it not been the first round, but I felt it would have been a little over dramatic (though if the prize was food-related, I would have).  Ahh well, ya can’t win ’em all!

Ando thought the incident was quite humourous.

Ando and I

I also snagged another plate of food later on at the J&J…

Food Plate!

Those little chocolate chip cookies were amazing, and I ate at least four of them.  I couldn’t stay away!

I didn’t snap a pic of the lovely couple, so here

We didn’t clear out of there until about 2 am, and Alejandrew and I headed back to Emily’s for a sleepover and a little hot tub action.

After waking this morning a bunch of us headed out for a late breakfast at our old breakfast stomping grounds in our hometown.

The breakfast, and the price, haven’t changed since high school!

5 Dolla!

Sign me up!


I am a big fan of going out for breakfast the morning after a night out.  I love rehashing the night, retelling the funny stories, and hearing about things that went down that I may have missed.  I am always laughing almost the entire way through breakfast.  Fun times.

Welp, I am off to enjoy my the rest of my Saturday.  I hope you all enjoy yours as well!

Later gators!