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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!