I feel it’s useless to reiterate the past weekend because I wrote about it all on Candice Does the World. Check it out.
It’s funny because it’s Friday, and we’re still talking about it…the severe level of debauchery we all went through and the total insanity. We partied at our house all weekend, went out at 2 a.m., bar-hopped or partied with celebrities, and then came home and stayed up until 7 a.m.
I love when Chef’s friends come to visit.
We greeted the boys with good Newfoundland hospitality since it was their first ever trip: India Beer and Jockey Club, cod tongues, toutons with molasses, you name it. We browsed around downtown, stopping at the YellowBelly for some brew just after breakfast, and took an epic road trip to somewhere I still don’t know. We pulled over by the side of the road and I remember being amused and thinking, “I love my boys” as one upchucked his breakfast and the other two peed openly at the wharf.
I love how we always get to know someone so well in such a short amount of time, too. By the second night, we were all family. Even after the rest had gone to bed, Chef’s friend and I stayed up chatting and being ridiculous. The second night around, we stayed up playing Chatroulette until daylight. And laughing our asses off. All weekend. We’re still laughing about it.
We stomped some Newfie jigs, made the guys kiss a cod during the Screech In ceremony, ordered pizza for breakfast…and I didn’t touch my computer all weekend. I needed that.
Unfortunately by day 2, the bug was creeping up on me. By Monday morning, it was a full blown body assault and I had to take a sick day. Clearly I’m too old for this crap. It’s Friday, and I’m still unable to eat much.
I get really sad when people pop into my life quickly and then vanish again. Three days with some awesome people is never enough, no matter where you are.
Surrounded by awesomeness.
But I have a feeling this is only the beginning of our summer shenanigans, those special weekends that keep us talking for months later. And if you ever come visit, we’ll make sure you get the exact same treatment, too. I wish I always lived my life this fast and furiously.
What the hell is a cod tongue?
Hopefully just a cheeky name for some kind of pastry…
its an actual cods tongue!.. yeah i know, eww.
yum yum cod tongues! ;D
can’t wait to partake in one of your crazy weekends ;D
Everyone should get to be a Come From Away at your house, well maybe just your readers, or just your commentors. Actually only your loyal commentors. Whatever.
cod tongue? toutons? I have no idea what those are but I’m glad you had a kickass weekend. Love when the universe collides into a wonderful weekend with wonderful people.
We seem to have caught a similar bug this past week…hope you’re back to feeling normal!
I’m so jealous! I’ve never had a weekend as good as that one, and my drinking buddies are all having babies!
tangly, tangly weekend ! but amazingly fun, glad you enjoyed your come from aways…and god love their cotton socks for trying cod tongues…took me a long long time before I ever did !
J: It’s the tongue, and it is DELICIOUS. If you’re not weird about textures.
@Lottie: You stink.
@Maggie: Delicious, ain’t they?
@Linlah: Don’t worry, you’d get VVVIP treatment . That’s like, the ultimate.
@Nancy: Man, I wish there were some way to share these delicacies with you. Agh! Delicious!
@Suegal: I figure I should cram it all in now, before that starts to happen…right?! Move here!
@Hevs: Bahahaha, “god love their cotton socks.” Did you like them? The tongues I mean…
That’s AWESOME! I miss when I could go out partying and rink then get up the next day and do it all over again, now I have 2 and a half beers at a local brewery and my dad has to walk me back to the car and tel me not to yell at the dude that the check out stand (yes, that did happen while I was visiting him last week). Either I’m old or out of practice, either way, so happy I can live vicariously through you. Awesome story!