Last weekend, we had yet another awesome weekend.
We went away to a place near Kouchibouguac National Park with two of my best friends and their husbands (Child&D and L&C). We decided last year to make it an annual tradition to go on a “BIFFs’ trip” (BIFFs is a word we made out of the abbreviation best friends forever back when we were in very early undergrad… We don’t really use it anymore, but it works in the context of naming the trip). A trip where V&D, L&C and Child&D and Patrick and I could go away just (kind of) like old times no matter where we were in this world.
Unfortunately, it didn’t quite work out that all of us could go. I was very disappointed. Such is life. But, we went to the park from our separate corners of country and met for a weekend adventure. It was all the more exciting for me because it was most of their first times there and it was where I spent a large chunk of my childhood summers.
Although it was my second weekend full of people, it was worthwhile. We saw lots of beautiful scenery (and Child too tons of pictures). I took people on random back road adventures. I got to eat scallops at this place we always stopped at when I was a kid. We took L and Child for their first trips on kayaks. We saw giant man-eating (okay, not really man-eating that we know of) jellyfish and caught all kinds of marine life at the beach. We ate a ton of food. Played some games, including one of my favourites, Bang where the other outlaws and I won, read books and laughed a bunch.
A highlight of the trip was the fact that the house next door seemed to be particularly sketchy and had a lot of animals. We think that a very feral looking cat who hung around while we cooked and barbecued was part of that household. When we went out for a bonfire that evening, we acquired a very adorable kitten, who crawled into all of our laps and ate our hot dogs (she stole them from beside someone while she snubbed him). Patrick had to try really hard to get her to go back to what we thought was her home, only to have her show up crying at our cabin door. She wasn’t the only one, as it turned out, cats started appearing everywhere once night fell.
I’m lucky to have friends who have been around since I was an awkward teenager (or even tween… ugh), or who I have stuck with since they were awkward teenagers. I know not everyone is so fortunate. Yes, that proves to be challenging because people do grow up, get married and change, but they are the closest things I have to siblings, so I’m stuck with them for life. Even if it is sometimes insanely difficult for some and suspiciously easy for others.
So, I have someone who gets up early, drinks coffee by the pound and discusses things like books, life and music. I have someone else who hugs me more than anyone else I know (less my mother and my husband) and somehow understands my crazy and knows what I actually am feeling even when I don’t. I have someone who will always laugh hard and long at stories with me (even if they shouldn’t be that funny). The cool part is that although everyone is unique, they all crossover too.
Pretty cool, huh?