||[Jun. 28th, 2006|09:35 pm]
The Ship with Silver Sails
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Here is my visual rendition of the infamous EL COTTAGIO weekend. Some pictures have not been included because they are of Shannon and her amazing hair-do, and there are a lot of similar ones.
After the walk, Shannon picked a daisy and it had a crazy wonky stem. We named him Herb. Nice hoodie, by the way. NOTE ANNOYING MOSQUITO BITING HER HAND. haha.
Let's get this party started. Shannon drinks the infamous rye & gingerale with lime.
Shawn and Jenn, being couple-y.
Picking my nose. I won't lie.
Just kidding, but I'd get jokes for it if I didn't say that. Photo by Shannon.
Jenn making a face at Shannon. Photo by Shannon.
Shannon attempting to take a self-portrait. This always makes me laugh! Photo by Shannon.
Drink up me hearties, yo-ho! A Pirate's Life for all of us. Photo by Shannon.
Yum, sour soothers! I brought a bag that ended up being gobbled up in minutes. I'll have to remember to get more for these candy freaks. Photo by Shannon.
Not sure... not sure who took this either, but it was me or Shannon.
Jenn and Shan snuggle! Don't tell Shawn. Photo by Shannon.
My fascination with taking horrid pictures continues.
Shannon looking drunk. lol
Obligatory ugly picture of me. Photo by, looks like Jenn took it, but I'm not entirely sure.
Shannon getting close to the crown royal. Photo by Shannon.
Who doesn't love Crowny? Photo by Shan.
Shannon takes a picture of her drink, and I get halfway into it... typical drinking pic that makes no sense. Photo by Shan.
Photo of Shannon by Shannon. There are 20 million more of these. Nice hair, by the way!
I decide we need a random drinks on the table pic. Shannon cameos. Then I'm hit with a brilliant idea.
I have an idea, let's take all of our bottles of alcohol and show them off in a tell-all photo of the cottage, even though we're not supposed to have alcohol here! TAKE ONE. LOL
TAKE TWO: Okay guys, smile... giggle giggle hee hee! when's this gonna go off anywa--
At her place of work, Shannon is known as Hot Shannon. Here we see why. Photo by Shan. Do we have enough yet?
The ever-stomach turning hammock chair. HI SHANNON! Photo by Jenn.
"I say, Shannon, concerning the dialogue between the UN and Proletariat, we must realize in essence the diatribe based on existing dichotomies in third world business practise." Photo by Shannon.
"Yes but, one finds alternatives to the doctrines proposed by domestic pseudocorporations when exposing faulty whitewash schemes."
Shannon discusses the finer points in the conflicts of interest based on the hypothesis by P.J.E. Peebles' work in the field of physical cosmology.
Me, and Jenn. My favourite song must have been on. Photo by Shan.
I think Shannon took this one. I know Jenn made this face at me at one point. =P She's doing her best Bewitched impression..!
I am the mustachioed man! Photo by Shan.
I wish I knew what was so funny!
Shawn, while telling a story, gets his hand in his face.
Wendy and Brenden arrive at the cottage!
Whoa, Wendy, what was in that iced cap?
Brenden doing something with his socks. *golf claps*
Jenn takes a secret longing glance over at Shannon, who is oblivious. Where is your heart, Shannon?!
"Whoops, there goes my iced cap."
Guys be chillin'.
Shannon points out that both her and Jenn seem to have been issued some new bug bites for the remainder of the weekend!
Kinda speaks for itself, doesn't it..?
Shannon threatening me with a steak knife. EEEEEK!
"Oh, sorry Jess, I thought you were a lime! I found them now. :D"
Le Couple, discussing bonds and RRSPs and long-term mortgages. Or something, I can't remember.
Wendy refuses to see my side of the issue on the causatim effect. Or something. What? .......Hey Wend, why are your eyes always closed, I'm not that ugly, am I?
Tank gets his snooze on.
Again, I wish I could remember!
SATURDAY! Kroken Place and beyond!
Cait's jade-coloured eye makes a cameo as I attempt to take a picture of the cumulous cloud that was thundering.
The point between Kroken Place beach and Elk Island.
They were pretty far out and I was on the beach. First pic of Loggie in action!
Three beauties and one beast: my cousin Shannon, followed by my sister Wendy, Jenn, friend of us and girlfriend of a family member, who would be my cousin Shawn at the rear.
In the front is Pat, who is boyfriend to my cousin Caiti, pictured second, and holding Coleman the Cooler. The rest you know.
At this point I abandon dreams of getting more photos because I'm in the lake and therefore my hands are too wet to get the camera. Even though I brought it along in Coleman, which was a big risk.
After our big long day on Loggie, we head back to shore and eat chips. Lots and lots of chips.
Cait, these need to be made into a flash icon. Do you not agree? Here is Caiti attempting to axe into pop cans... full pop cans.
CRAP, I missed. Let's try this again...
And now we have... fireworks.
A raccoon makes a cameo... well, at least, his eyes do.
Wendy informs me that she wants to jump through this display. To which I cautiously reply that there may be a big one she's not expecting, when she least expects it.
I love this one, it looks like a riot scene. Not that I like riots, but I like how it turned out.
Ed, rifling through his arsenal of shiny sparkle-making thundersticks, Shannon helping somehow.
And then... the batteries died. GOODNIGHT! I'm done.